"'Tonfound it! Ickle man damn vell don't tare about it!" Or again she would play bear, walking on all fours on her rugs when she had only her chemise on and turning round with a growl as though she wanted to eat him. She would even nibble his calves for the fun of the thing. Then, getting up again: "It's your turn now; try it a bit. I bet you don't play bear like me."

Did naughty table hurt ickle tootsie pootsies? Baby say: ''Oo naughty table. Me no love 'oo." The Child despairs of ever learning English. What should we think ourselves were we to join a French class, and were the Instructor to commence talking to us French of this description? What the Child, according to the gentleman from Cambridge, says to itself is,

It was horribly lively, and squirmed about in her arms, and wanted to crawl on the floor. She could only keep it quiet by saying things to it a boy would be ashamed even to think of saying, such as 'Goo goo', and 'Did ums was', and 'Ickle ducksums, then'. When Alice used these expressions the Baby laughed and chuckled and replied 'Daddadda', 'Bababa', or 'Glueglue'.

"G'adys' 'ickle boy too," said the child, slipping her hand confidingly into the boy's. Willie coloured to the roots of his hair; but was too overcome by the little lady's possession of him to speak. Miss Elton 'smiled "that's right, Gladys. Now you take him and show him all the pretty things," and she left the children together while she went back to her helpers. "Come 'long, boy," said Gladys.

"Oh, wunnerfulest Untle Georgiecums!" she cried, for that was now the gentleman's name. "If Johnnie McCormack hear Untle Georgiecums he go shoot umself dead Bang!" She looked round to where three figures hovered morosely in the rear. "Tum on, sin' chorus, Big Bruvva Josie-Joe, Johnny Jump-up, an' Ickle Boy Baxter. All over adain, Untle Georgiecums! Boys an' dirls all sin' chorus. Tummence!"

"How is 'oo?" said Georgie, with a sudden flush of the spring-time through him. "Me vewy well, sank 'oo and me so want to read Peppino's bookie-bookie." "'Oo come in," said Lucia. "Evewybody come in. Now, who's got ickle bit news?" Mrs Quantock had been walking on her toes all across the hall, in anticipation of the happy time when she would be from two to six inches taller.

Miss Pratt uttered a little scream of surprise and recognition. "It's your little sister!" she exclaimed, and then, reverting to her favorite playfulness of enunciation, "'Oor ickle sissa!" she added, gaily, as a translation. Jane misunderstood it; she thought Miss Pratt meant "OUR little sister." "Go home!" said William. "No'ty, no'ty!" said Miss Pratt, shaking her head.

Ickle dirly must doe home, det all soap-water-wash clean like NICE ickle sissa. Evabody will love 'oor ickle sissa den," she concluded, turning to William. "Tell 'oor ickle sissa MUS' doe home det soap-water-wash!" Jane stared at Miss Pratt with fixed solemnity during the delivery of these admonitions, and it was to be seen that they made an impression upon her.

Blinding darkness followed, but through it we heard their voices, low with delight. "Did you see?" "I saw." "What did you see?" "The beautifullest man." "I heard him speak!" "I didn't: what did he say?" Here answered the smallest and most childish of the voices that of Luva: "He said, ''Ou's all mine's, 'ickle ones: come along!"

Blair gazed at him open-mouthed. Gladys ran to him, and, throwing her arms round his neck, kissed him delightedly, saying, "G'adys 'ove 'oo, 'ickle boy!" Bob alone made no sign. He did not know what to make of this new Willie. Miss Elton called him to her. "Bob," she said, "many years ago my little nephew was stolen away from his home.