and looked at me triumphantly. "Isn't it grand, Mister Sir?" said he. I tried hard to assume a critical tone. "It's grand," I said: "but it frightens one so!" "Oo may sit a little closer to me, if oo like," said Bruno.)
"And so Bruno went home: and took the hamper into the kitchen, and opened it. And he saw" Sylvie looked at me, this time, as if she thought I had been rather neglected and ought to be allowed one guess, at any rate.
"He ca'n't guess!" Bruno cried eagerly. "I 'fraid I must tell him! There weren'tnuffin in the hamper!" I shivered in terror, and Bruno clapped his hands with delight. "He is flightened, Sylvie! Tell the rest!"
"So Bruno said 'Eldest little Fox, have you been eating yourself, you wicked little Fox?' And the eldest little Fox said 'Whihuauch!' And then Bruno saw there was only its mouth in the hamper! So he took the mouth, and he opened it, and shook, and shook! And at last he shook the little Fox out of its own mouth! And then he said 'Open your mouth again, you wicked little thing!' And he shook, and shook! And he shook out the second little
r 2
