“And what are you doing about the Baby?”
“Well, the soldiers are all looking for it—up and down everywhere.”
“The soldiers?” I exclaimed.
“Yes, a course!” said Bruno. “When there's no fighting to be done, the soldiers doos any little odd jobs, oo know.”
I was amused at the idea of its being a 'little odd job' to find the Royal Baby. “But how did you come to lose it?” I asked.
“We put it in a flower,” Sylvie, who had just joined us, explained with her eyes full of tears. “Only we ca'n't remember which!”
“She says us put it in a flower,” Bruno interrupted, “'cause she doosn't want I to get punished. But it were really me what put it there. Sylvie were picking Dindledums.”
{Image...The queen's baby}
“You shouldn't say 'us put it in a flower',” Sylvie very gravely remarked.
“Well, hus, then,” said Bruno. “I never can remember those horrid H's!”