Elspeth blinked with awe, and anon said, wistfully, "Tommy, do you see that there? That's where the Den is!"
"It were me what told you," cried Tommy, jealously.
"But let me tell you, Tommy!"
"Well, then, you can tell me."
"That there is the Den, Tommy!"
"Dagont!"
Oh, that to-morrow were here! Oh, that Shovel could see these two to-morrow!
Here is another splendid game, T. Sandys, inventor. The girl goes into the bed, the boy shuts the door on her, and imitates the sound of a train in motion. He opens the door and cries, "Tickets, please." The girl says, "What is the name of this place?" The boy replies, "It's Thrums!" There is more to follow, but the only two who have played the game always roared so joyously at this point that they could get no farther.
"Oh, to-morrow, come quick, quick!"
"Oh, poor Shovel!"