"Not to-day," she replied. "We haven't
got the things ready. We'll come on--Tuesday next, if you like.
And now, really Bruno, you must come and do your lessons."
"I wiss oo wouldn't say 'really Bruno!'" the little fellow pleaded,
with pouting lips that made him look prettier than ever.
"It always show's there's something horrid coming! And I won't kiss you,
if you're so unkind."
"Ah, but you have kissed me!" Sylvie exclaimed in merry triumph.
"Well then, I'll unkiss you!" And he threw his arms round her neck for
this novel, but apparently not very painful, operation.
"It's very like kissing!" Sylvie remarked, as soon as her lips were
again free for speech.
"Oo don't know nuffin about it! It were just the conkery!" Bruno
replied with much severity, as he marched away.
Sylvie turned her laughing face to me. "Shall we come on Tuesday?"
she said.
"Very well," I said: "let it be Tuesday next.
But where is the Professor? Did he come with you to Fairyland?"
"No," said Sylvie. "But he promised he'd come and see us, some day.
He's getting his Lecture ready. So he has to stay at home."
"At home?" I said dreamily, not feeling quite sure what she had said.
"Yes, Sir. His Lordship and Lady Muriel are at home.
Please to walk this way."
CHAPTER 17.
THE THREE BADGERS.
Still more dreamily I found myself following this imperious voice into
a room where the Earl, his daughter, and Arthur, were seated.
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