Baby sat straight up.
"Children," he said, "him zeally can't eat, sinking of what a dedful packing there'll be. All of everysing. Him zeally sinks it would be best to begin to-night."
At this moment the door opened. It was mother. She often came up to the nursery at tea-time, and
| "When the children had been good; |
| That is, be it understood, |
| Good at meal times, good at play," |
I need hardly say, they were very, very pleased to see her. Indeed there were times even when they were glad to see her face at the door when they hadn't been very good, for somehow she had a way of putting things right again, and making them feel both how wrong and how silly it is to be cross and quarrelsome, that nobody else had. And she would just help the kind words out without seeming to do so, and take away that sore, horrid feeling that one can't be good, even though one is longing so to be happy and friendly again.
But this evening there had been nothing worse than a little squabbling; the children all greeted mother merrily, only Baby still looked rather solemn.
CHAPTER II.
INSIDE A TRUNK
| "For girls are as silly as spoons, dears, |
| And boys are as jolly as bricks. |
| * * * * * |
| Oh Mammy, you tell us a story!— |
| They won't hear a word that I say." |
"Mother, mother!" they all cried with one voice, and the three big ones jumped up and ran to her, all pulling her at once.