"Well, then, give Daddy a kiss and ask him nicely. Then perhaps he'll take you."
And they did, and he had to take them. But it was mean, it was treacherous of Winny.
"What did you do that for, Winky?" he said, going over to her where she rummaged in the drawer.
"Because," she said, "you promised."
"Promised what?"
"Promised you'd take them. Promised Stanny he should wear his knickers. They told me you'd promised."
And he had.
"I forgot," he said.
"They'd never have forgotten."
She was holding them, the ridiculous knickers, to the nursery fire.