“What! you here, little Pitchers? Off with you this minute!—Oh, no! come back: you haven’t thanked me for the music.”
Nunky was careful of their manners; but I think, too, he had “a strong sense of the funny” as well as Pollio, and enjoyed seeing his nephew pull his front-hair and make a bow; while Posy dropped a deep, deep courtesy, and they both lisped out,—
“Fank you, Nunky.”
You know, Pollio’s hair was uncommonly straight and black, and he twitched it as if he were pulling a bell-rope; and Posy, being rather fat, bounced up and down like a rubber ball.
I am sure their uncle made them say “Fank you” when there wasn’t the least need of it, just to see how comical they looked.
CHAPTER II.
GOING TO SCHOOL.
When the twins were five years old, they began to go to school.