Mother came out. “Oh, you naughty children,” said she from the hall.
“Let’s have ’em down and give ’em a bone,” said Father. Sun had never seen him so jolly.
“No, certainly not,” said Mother.
“Oh, my Daddy, do! Do have us down,” said Moon.
“I’m hanged if I won’t,” cried Father. “I won’t be bullied. Kitty—way there.” And he caught them up, one under each arm.
Sun thought Mother would have been dreadfully cross. But she wasn’t. She kept on laughing at Father.
“Oh, you dreadful boy!” said she. But she didn’t mean Sun.
“Come on, kiddies. Come and have some pickings,” said this jolly Father. But Moon stopped a minute.
“Mother—your dress is right off one side.”
“Is it?” said Mother. And Father said “Yes” and pretended to bite her white shoulder, but she pushed him away.