Puffed out his cheeks.
It was certainly true, though he took in a big breath and puffed out his cheeks to make it seem worse.
'Tableaux and Tom Tiddler's Ground don't give us enough exercise,' he went on.
This remark made Baby Jane sad and thoughtful.
'Oh, I wish I were a boy,' she said, 'and could teach you big rough games. No wonder you strong creatures think my girls' games silly; and you would be more fond of me if I were a boy.'
Then she hung her head and pinched a bit of silk out of the pattern on her frock.
All the other creatures glowered at the Lion for his stupidity, and he allowed all the breath to go out of him, and collapsed into a very mean, awkward-looking animal; but after a little shuffling he began bounding round the little girl with the wildest show of gaiety, licking her face and patting her with his paws to coax her to hold up her head and come for a romp. The other creatures gradually allowed their scowls to soften into grins, and joined in the dance.
Baby Jane turned away her head for a moment to rub her eyes, and then held out her arms and put them round the Lion's neck.
'Oh, you are dears,' she said, 'and I'll try hard to remember some big boys' game. I did use to crawl through the hedge and play football with the Williamson boys in the next garden to ours, but it always ended so soon. They always used to charge me and knock me into the laurel-bushes, and then I used to run back crying with bruises on my legs, and my frock all earthy, and when I complained of them to Mother she used to punish me. That always happened. But I'll try to remember—I'll try to remember.'