“I want to see the ‘Finny-castics,’” said Pollio, flourishing his fork.
“Do you know what they are, General?”
“Yes, sir. Wigs on their faces, and things; but they won’t scare me a bit!”
“No, they won’t scare you if you stand close by Nunky or me,” said mamma; “but you must keep out of the streets.”
“Now, little ones,” added she, holding up a warning finger as they all left the table, “I have your father’s orders that you are not to go off the grounds to-day, or even out of the yard, without leave. You can see the Fantastics from the fence perfectly well; but remember you are not to go into the street, Pollio. Do you hear?”
“Yes, mamma.”
He rushed past her as he spoke, lest she should see his Sunday clothes. He had heard all she said, and fully intended to obey; but what he wanted just now was to teach Posy to fly her new balloon.
She was quite as pleased with it as he had expected.