Bruno turned round and had another good stare at me. At last there came an odd little twinkle in his eye, and he said, with quite a new meaning in his voice:
"V'y well—let's put 'em in rows—all the 'ed together, and all the blue together."
"That'll do capitally," I said; "and then—what kind of flowers does Sylvie like best in her garden?"
Bruno had to put his thumb in his mouth and consider a little before he could answer. "Violets," he said, at last.
"There's a beautiful bed of violets down by the lake—"
"Oh, let's fetch 'em!" cried Bruno, giving a little skip into the air. "Here! Catch hold of my hand, and I'll help you along. The g'ass is rather thick down that way."
I couldn't help laughing at his having so entirely forgotten what a big creature he was talking to.
"No, not yet, Bruno," I said; "we must consider what's the right thing to do first. You see we've got quite a business before us."
"Yes, let's consider," said Bruno, putting his thumb into his mouth again, and sitting down upon a stuffed mouse.
"What do you keep that mouse for?" I said. "You should bury it, or throw it into the lake."