nidding

Updated: June 26, 2025

After supper they went for a ride on the inlet in Cousin Tom's big rowboat. "I think we had better go back," said Mother Bunker, after they had ridden about a bit. "It is getting late, and I see two of my little tots are getting sleepy." This was true, for Margy and Mun Bun were nidding and nodding, hardly able to keep their eyes open, though it was hardly dark yet.

Laura Lee Hope - Six Little Bunkers at Cousin Tom's