"Tell us about Krazy Kat and Ignatz Mouse!"
"Michael!"
"Well, Alfred does. Ignatz hits Krazy with a brick, and Krazy says Powie! Powie! Powie!"
"Oh, Mummy! Michael swore! He said Powie! Michael Carey, aren't you ashamed of yourself? Mummy! Mummy!"
"Marigold! Children! Don't shout so! Mummy hasn't time to tell you a story tonight. Now get under the covers, darlings, and think that your beds were once trees, covered with little dancing leaves that sometimes were golden with sunlight and sometimes were silver with moonlight. And what did they hold tenderly, all night through, in their brown arms?"
"Tree toads!"
"No, darling, nests, safe warm nests to hold sleepy baby birds, and that's what you two are, sleepy little birds safe in your nests in the trees. Michael! Stop that noise!"
"I'm a bird! I'm singing."
