“I think I’ll go as a lion,” said William. “I should think you could buy a lion skin quite cheap.”
“Oh, quite!” said Robert sarcastically. “Why not shoot one while you’re about it?”
“Yes, an’ I will,” said William, “’f you’ll show me one. I bet my bow and arrow could kill a few lions.”
“No William, darling,” interposed Mrs. Brown again quickly, “I think you’d find a lion skin too hot for a crowded room.”
“But I wun’t go into the room,” said William, “I want to crawl about the garden in it roarin’ an’ springin’ out at folks—scarin’ ’em.”
“And you just said you wanted to go to make people happy,” said Robert sternly.
“Well that’d make ’em happy,” said William unabashed, “it’d be fun for ’em.”
“Not a lion, darling,” said his mother firmly.
“Well a brigand then,” suggested William, “a brigand with knives all over me.”
Mrs. Brown shuddered.