Royal. But I don’t see how you could tell anything about it, unless you knew what it was going to be.
Lucy. I don’t believe it would be anything; do you, Miss Anne?
Miss Anne. I don’t know anything about it. I should not think that Royal would break his promise.
Lucy. He does break his promises. He won’t mend old Margaret’s nose.
Royal. Well, Lucy, that is because my putty has all dried up. I am going to do it, just as soon as I can get any more putty.
Lucy. And that makes me think about the thing in your cap. I mean to ask Miss Anne if you did not tell a falsehood. He said there was something in his cap, and there was nothing in it at all. It was only on the great, flat stone.
Royal. O, under, Lucy, under. I certainly said under.
Lucy. Well, you meant in; I know you did. Wasn’t it a falsehood?
Miss Anne. Did he say in, or under?
Royal. Under, under; it was certainly under.