He gave the plate a push with his elbow.
CHAPTER XV
THE QUEEN’S WAND
“One, two, three, four; one, two, three, four;
’Tis still one, two, three, four.
Mellow and silvery are the tones,
But I wish the bells were more.”
Southey.
Mopsa woke: she was rather too big to be nursed, for she was the size of Jack, and looked like a sweet little girl of ten years, but she did not always behave like one; sometimes she spoke as wisely as a grown-up woman, and sometimes she changed again and seemed like a child.
Mopsa lifted up her head and pushed back her long hair: her coronet had fallen off while she was in the bed of reeds; and she said to the beautiful dame: