“But there’s lots, and it’s the jolliest lines!” cried Billy excitedly. “All about the Etruscan Army marching, and coming down on Rome, and all that. Didn’t you never have it?”
“No,” said Rex. “Thank goodness, I didn’t. I reckon I had quite enough.”
“Well—!” said the twins explosively. They looked at each other in bewilderment. “Horatius” had been part of their lives since they were very small people.
“Jo,” said Jean, “let’s have the ‘Horatius’ play.”
“And no lessons?”
Jean nodded.
“It isn’t wasting time, if we can make him see it.” She turned to the bewildered small boy. “Rex, you like stories?”
“Rather!”
“Well, that’s a simply ripping story, if you get it the right way. Will you try and forget that you know a bit of it, and that you don’t like it? and we’ll make a game of it for school this morning.”
“But you can’t make that stuff into a game!”