"Oh, of course. I forgot," said Sylvie. "Bruno——Esquire!"
"And did you come here to meet me, my children?" I enquired.
"You know I said we'd come on Tuesday," Sylvie explained. "Are we the proper size for common children?"
"Quite the right size for children," I replied, (adding mentally "though not common children, by any means!") "But what became of the nursemaid?"
"It are gone!" Bruno solemnly replied.
"Then it wasn't solid, like Sylvie and you?"
"No. Oo couldn't touch it, oo know. If oo walked at it, oo'd go right froo!"
"I quite expected you'd find it out, once," said Sylvie. "Bruno ran it against a telegraph post, by accident. And it went in two halves. But you were looking the other way."
I felt that I had indeed missed an opportunity: to witness such an event as a nursemaid going 'in two halves' does not occur twice in a life-time!
"When did oo guess it were Sylvie?" Bruno enquired.
