Here Rollo began to roar a little.
“Hark!” said Lucy. “I believe I hear a lion roaring. What shall I do? He’s a great way off, I suppose; but what if he should come nearer!”
Here Rollo began to roar louder.
“Hush! children,” said Rollo’s mother, without, however, looking round, or even taking her eyes off her book.
Here Rollo’s roar subsided into a lower tone.
“O dear me!” said Lucy, speaking more softly; “I am afraid I shall lose my way, and then I shall get caught by that terrible lion.”
Rollo began to roar again a little louder than before.
“O, how he roars!” said Lucy; “what shall I do?”
At this moment, Rollo scrambled out towards Lucy upon all fours, just as if he was a lion, springing out of the thicket to seize her. Lucy ran, Rollo pursuing her; his roaring growing louder and louder.
“Children,” said his mother, “that’s too noisy a play. I can’t let you play that play; you must think of something else.”