Small Boy: “I can’t.”
Small Boy: “I am switched off, Dod’s talking to someone else.”
Naturally, nurse’s breath was somewhat taken away, and she did not know what to answer, when suddenly reassurance came from the small boy. “It is all right. We are connected again now,” and he began again.
Here is another story about the same little man, though he was then rather younger, to be exact.
He was sent, one hot summer’s day, with his baby sister and two nurses, to Kensington Gardens as a treat. When he came back his mother asked him if he had enjoyed it.
“Oh yes,” he replied. “And what did you do?” she asked, but instead of replying in his usual bubbling fashion, he opened his eyes wide, and looking at her, exclaimed:
“Do you know?”
“Know what?”
“Do you know?”