“Well, you're not doing both, you know.”
“Ah, but I is doing bofe, Miss Praticular!” Bruno exclaimed triumphantly. “I wishted to speak about the Gemplun—and I wishted to speak to the Gemplun. So a course I said 'Mister Sir'!”
“That's all right, Bruno,” I said.
“Course it's all right!” said Bruno. “Sylvie just knows nuffin at all!”
“There never was an impertinenter boy!” said Sylvie, frowning till her bright eyes were nearly invisible.
“And there never was an ignoranter girl!” retorted Bruno. “Come along and pick some dindledums. That's all she's fit for!” he added in a very loud whisper to me.
“But why do you say 'Dindledums,' Bruno? Dandelions is the right word.”
“It's because he jumps about so,” Sylvie said, laughing.
“Yes, that's it,” Bruno assented. “Sylvie tells me the words, and then, when I jump about, they get shooken up in my head—till they're all froth!”
I expressed myself as perfectly satisfied with this explanation. “But aren't you going to pick me any dindledums, after all?”