"Precious lot mine ever did for me—only one old silver mug!" snorted Hugh John.
Just then Toady Lion came in.
"Oh, Hugh John," he panted, in tremulous haste to tell some fell tidings, "I so sorry—I'se broked one of the cannons, and it's your cannon what I'se broked."
"What were you doing with my cannon?" inquired his brother severely.
"I was juss playin' wif it so as to save my cannons, and a great bid stone fell from the wall and broked it all to bits. I beg'oo pardon, Hugh John!"
"All right!" said Hugh John cheerfully; "you can give me one of yours for it."
Toady Lion stood a while silent, with a puzzled expression on his face.
"That's not right, Hugh John," he said seriously; "I saided that I was sorry, and I begged 'oo pardon. Father says then 'oo must fordiv me!"
"Oh, I'll forgive you right enough," said Hugh John, "after I get the cannon. It's all the same to me which cannon I have."