Jan and Meg, who wanted desperately to laugh, tried hard to look shocked, and Meg asked, "What on earth possessed you to do such a thing?"
"Tony's head so shiny and smoove."
Tony rubbed the shiny head ruefully.
"Can't I do nuffin to her?" he demanded.
"No," his sister answered firmly, "loo can't, 'cos I'm plitty littoo Fay."
"Can't I plop some on her head?" he persisted.
"It certainly seems unfair," Jan said thoughtfully, "but I think you'd better not."
"It is unfair," Tony grumbled.
Jan loosed his hands. "Now," she said, "you can do what you like."
Little Fay leaned towards her brother, smiling her irresistible, dimpled, twinkling smile, and held out a spoonful of her porridge.