“Remember that!” Sylvie whispered to Bruno, “It’s a very good rule for whenever you hurt yourself.”
“And it’s a very good rule for whenever I make a noise,” said the saucy little fellow. “So you remember it too, Miss!”
“Whatever do you mean?” said Sylvie, trying to frown, a thing she never managed particularly well.
“Oftens and oftens,” said Bruno, “haven’t oo told me ‘There mustn’t be so much noise, Bruno!’ when I’ve tolded oo ‘There must!’ Why, there isn’t no rules at all about ‘There mustn’t’! But oo never believes me!”
“As if any one could believe you, you wicked wicked boy!” said Sylvie. The words were severe enough, but I am of opinion that, when you are really anxious to impress a criminal with a sense of his guilt, you ought not to pronounce the sentence with your lips quite close to his cheek—since a kiss at the end of it, however accidental, weakens the effect terribly.
CHAPTER XI.
PETER AND PAUL.
“As I was saying,” the Other Professor resumed, “if you’ll just think over any Poem, that contains the words—such as
‘Peter is poor,’ said noble Paul,
‘And I have always been his friend:
And, though my means to give are small,