Mrs. D. Well, that's very nice. I'll take you to the end of the road, and we'll look at them.
Humpty. But we needn't go to the end of the road—they pass right along here. I shall only have to get on the wall and I shall see beautifully.
Mrs. D. You're not to get on without me holding on to you. I'm not going to have you falling off and breaking all your bones.
Mrs. P. I don't believe he's got bones to break. He is made of nothing but fat and naughtiness.
Humpty [boisterously]. That's right, Mrs. Pringle. Stick up for me.
Mrs. P. I'm not sticking up for you, you naughty boy—I'm only sorry for your poor mother having such a son. So unlike my Billy!
Mrs. D. Oh, it's only his playful way, Mrs. Pringle. Run along and wash your face, Humpty, there's a good boy.
Humpty. I don't want to wash my face.
Mrs. D. Well, I'm sure I don't know what the King will say if he sees you with a face like that.
Mrs. P. It's enough to make him abdicate.