"All right, darling," I said, "you needn't show us."
"I couldn't, Aunt Woggles, at least not now. If you come to see me in my bath, you can; but it's truthfully there."
I said I was sure it was.
"I 'spect she's sitting on it," said Hugh in aloud whisper; "that's why."
"We asked Mr. Hardy once if he had a mole, and he got redder and redder;" we asked him at lunch, said Betty.
"He got redder and redder," said Hugh, by way of corroboration. "Mother said moles weren't good things to ask people about, so we asked him if he had any little children, and he hadn't; then we didn't know what to ask."
"We only asked about moles because we wanted him to be lucky," said kindhearted Betty.
"Last time I went to the Zoo," said Hugh, "I gave all my bread to one animal. He was a lucky animal, wasn't he?"
"It was the hippopotamus, I think; he was lucky."
"Perhaps he has a mole, Hugh," I said.