"Bruno, you shouldn't!" Sylvie said reprovingly.
"Shouldn't what?" said Bruno.
"You shouldn't askthat sort of questions."
"What sort of questions?" Bruno mischievously persisted.
"What she told you not," Sylvie replied, with a shy glance at the young lady, and losing all sense of grammar in her confusion.
"Oo ca'n't pronounce it!" Bruno triumphantly cried. And he turned to the young lady, for sympathy in his victory. "I knewed she couldn't pronounce 'umbrella-sting'!"
The young lady thought it best to return to the arithmetical problem. "When I asked if you were seven, you know, I didn't mean 'how many children?' I meant 'how many years'"
"Only got two ears," said Bruno. "Nobody's got seven ears."
"And you belong to this little girl?" the young lady continued, skilfully evading the anatomical problem.
"No, I doosn't belong to her!" said Bruno. "Sylvie belongs to me!" And he clasped
