Once Tootles began, which was not very often, he had a silly way of going on.
'As I can't be father,' he said heavily, 'I don't suppose, Michael, you would let me be baby?'
'No, I won't,' Michael rapped out. He was already in his basket.
'As I can't be baby,' Tootles said, getting heavier and heavier, 'do you think I could be a twin?'
'No, indeed,' replied the twins; 'it's awfully difficult to be a twin.'
'As I can't be anything important,' said Tootles, 'would any of you like to see me do a trick?'
'No,' they all replied.
Then at last he stopped. 'I hadn't really any hope,' he said.
The hateful telling broke out again.
'Slightly is coughing on the table.'