Jack looked. Yes, Mopsa had grown indeed; she had only just reached to his knee the day before, and now her little bright head, when he measured her, came as high as the second button of his waistcoat.
“But I hope you will not go on growing so fast as this,” said Jack, “or you will be as tall as my mamma is in a week or two—much too big for me to play with.”
And now her bright little head ... came as high as the second button of his waistcoat.
CHAPTER X
MOPSA LEARNS HER LETTERS
THE CRAKEN.
“A——apple-pie.
B——bit it.”
“How ashamed I am,” Jack said, “to think that you don’t know even your letters!”