H.—Of course not.
P.—What an idea!
Mrs. M.—You are not to play with my reels of cotton, or to throw them about.
P.—Certainly not.
Mrs. M.—You are not to build houses with the books, or to drop them on the ground.
H.—No, we won't.
Mrs. M.—And, above all, you are not to touch that box.
H.—Why mustn't we touch that box?
Mrs. M.—Never you mind that.
H.—Oh Mammy! is it a great secret?