"Now Mummy must go. Good night, my babies."
"Don't go! Don't go, my sweet beautiful Mummy!" Marigold cried, flinging her arms around Christabel, rolling her eyes; and Michael copied her. "My sweet beautiful Mummy!"
"She isn't your Mummy, she's my Mummy!"
"Darlings, darlings! Do you really love poor Mummy so much?" Christabel kissed soft firm cheeks, silky tops of heads, the little hollows in the backs of their necks.
"Ooh, Mummy! You tickle!"
"I don't like them getting wild'm; then it takes forever before they get to sleep," Nurse said, disapprovingly.
"My beautiful 'dorable Mummy! They won't be anyone at the dinner party as beautiful as my shiny Mummy!"
"They'll do anything to stay up a little longer," Nurse put in. I really don't like her, Christabel thought, on her way to her mother's
