"There's something in that," Mr. Seton said, as he put back in the shelves the books he had been using.
"All I have to say," said Elizabeth, "is that if I had been brought up in this lax way I wouldn't be the example of sweetness and light I am now. Do as you are told, Buff. I hear Ellen bringing up luncheon."
Buff stowed the kitten under his arm and stood up. "I'll pick them up," he said in a dignified way, "if Launcelot can have his dinner with me."
"Who?" asked Elizabeth.
"This is him," Buff explained, looking down at the distraught face of the kitten peeping from under his arm.
"What made you call it Launcelot?" asked Elizabeth, as her father went out of the room laughing.
"Thomas said to call him Topsy, and Billy said Bull's Eye was a nice name, but I thought he looked more like a Launcelot."
"Well—I'll take it while you pick up your coat and run and wash your hands. You'll be late if you don't hurry."
"Aw! no sausages!" said Buff, five minutes later, as he wriggled into his place at the luncheon-table.
"Can't have sausages every day, sonny," said his sister; "the butcher man would get tired making them for us."