Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
The direction of their daily walks was a fruitful subject of difference of opinion.
“Let’s go on the Common to-day, Nurse.”
“Oh, don’t let’s go there; we’re always going on the Common.”
“I’m sure we’re not. We’ve not been there for ever so long.”
“Oh, what a story! We were there on Wednesday. Let’s go down Gipsey Lane. We never go down Gipsey Lane.”
“Why, we’re always going down Gipsey Lane. And there’s nothing to see there.”
“I don’t care. I won’t go on the Common, and I shall go and get Papa to say we’re to go down Gipsey Lane. I can run faster than you.”
“That’s very sneaking; but I don’t care.”
“Papa! Papa! Polly’s called me a sneak.”