"No," grumpily.
"Denis, asthore, the hat's so lovely!"
He burst out laughing.
"You rank little duffer. Well, tell me why you were doing penance when I came in."
"We weren't. I merely suggested that perhaps we were. I meant because we've done nothing all day but get into Aunt Kezia's black books. First," she ticked off the items on her fingers, "we heard a band playing—"
"Oh, Denis," interposed Molly, "it was playing 'The Girl I left behind Me.'"
"So we rushed out, as surely anyone with feet would rush out to hear a band. It was at the corner and we rushed along and stood and listened—"
"And
"'By came a Flappyjack turning out her toes,
Forth she spurted anger like a garden hose.'
"Eh?"