"What's 'married'? What mumma and puppa is?"
"Yes."
"And what Auntie Emily and Mr. Chetwyn is goin' to be?"
"Yes; don't talk so much."
"Oh! can't you have a baby 'less you're married?"
"No, certainly not."
"Oh! Will Auntie Emily have a———"
"Go on with your bricks! I'll take those bricks away from you, if you don't play quietly with them. You never hear me or your father ask silly questions like that. You haven't learnt your lessons for to-morrow yet, you know."
Confound the child! I can't make out where children get their notions from, confounded little nuisances!
Let me see, what was I writing about? Oh! I know, "Tea-kettles." Yes, it ought to be rather an interesting subject, "Tea-kettles." I should think a man might write a very good article on "Tea-kettles." I must have a try at it one of these days!
