"He means that little sticking out glass place," I explained, "with flowers and plants in—there, further down on the other side."
"A preservatory," said Tom, rather contemptuously, "why, who would think what you meant, if you say a' air-garden?"
"I zink it's a much prettier name than 'servatory," said Racey indignantly.
I began to be afraid of getting into quarrelling again just from having nothing to do; the big clock on the stair which we could hear from the nursery, had struck only three a few minutes before, and there was still a whole hour to tea. The boys were really tired of all their toys, and I didn't care to play with my dolls. The misfortune to Lady Florimel's cloak had put me out of conceit of them for the present.
"Let's tell each other stories," I said.
"Don't know none," said Tom.
"Well, make them up," said I.
"I know lots," remarked Racey.
"Well, you begin then," said I.
"Oh no," objected Tom, "Racey's stories are so silly. You tell us one, Audrey, and I'll think of one while you are telling it."