"What you did just now; it's very naughty indeed."
"What nelse?"
Little Fay stood with her head on one side like an inquisitive sparrow. One of the things she had not dropped was the tin trumpet. She raised it to her lips now, and blew a blast that went through Hugo's head like a knife.
He snatched it from her. "You're not to do that," he said. "I can't stand it. Go and pick up those other things and show them to me."
"Loo can see zem from here."
"Not what's in the box," he suggested diplomatically.
"I'm tah'ed too," she said, suddenly sitting down on the floor. "You fesh 'em."
"Will you play with them if I do?"
She shook her head. "Not if loo're closs, and lude and naughty and ... stupid."
Hugo groaned and stalked over to collect the two dolls and the tea-things. He brought them back and put them down on one end of the sofa while he sat down at the other.