“Move the book,” said Lucy.
Rollo moved it as far as he could, but there was scarcely room for the lamp to stand.
“No,” said Lucy, “that won’t do. The lamp will get knocked off the table, and will fall upon the carpet.”
“No it won’t,” said Rollo; “I’ll watch it.”
“But I’m afraid to have it there,” said Lucy. “By and by, we shall push the book against it, and knock it over; and then my aunt will be very sorry indeed.”
“No, but, Lucy,” said Rollo, in a very positive tone, “I tell you I’ll watch it.”
Here Rollo’s father turned around again, and said, “Now, children, you are interrupting me again.”
“Well, father,” said Rollo, “it is because our table is not big enough.”
“Yes,” said his father, “I see the reason, and I don’t blame you particularly; only I have not time now to attend to you, and it interrupts me to hear of your difficulties. I wish you’d go into the front parlor, and amuse yourselves there.”
“Well, come, Rollo,” said Lucy, “let us go.”