"What do we remind you of, mamma?" asked both, eagerly, "something about when you were a little girl?"
"No, only of an old story I have heard," said mamma.
"Oh, do tell it," said Max and Dolly.
CHAPTER III
IS scarcely a 'story,'" said
their mother, "it was only
about a tremendous quarrel
there once was in ancient
times between some people
as to what colour a certain
shield was. One party declared it was black; the other maintained it was white. Both were ready to swear to the fact, and I don't know what terrible consequences might not have followed, had it not suddenly been discovered that—what do you think? Can you guess?"
Max and Dolly knitted their brows and pondered. But no, they could not guess.
"What was it, mamma?" they asked.