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She bore the hug stoically for a reasonable time, and then said, "Oo 'urt." I realized, with the agony of remorse, that a very large aunt can by means of a brooch inflict exquisite torture on a very small niece. She wriggled herself free and began to rearrange her ruffled garments. "Yaya's got noo soos," she announced; "ved vuns." "No, blue, darling," I said. "Ved," said Sara.
"No, sweetest, blue," I repeated in a somewhat professional but wholly affectionate manner. "Ved," said Sara with great decision; so I gave it up. "Sara always thinks blue is red," said Betty; "don't you, darling?" "No, boo," replied Sara; so the matter dropped. "Oo's tummin' to see Yaya's toys," said Sara. "Am I, darling? When?" "Now."
Whether Sara understood it or not, it seemed to encourage her to further revelations, and she announced with bated breath, "Yaya's got ved vimvims in her " She opened her eyes very wide and nodded very mysteriously, and was about to suit her actions to her words and disclose the ribbons in question, when Diana, with a promptitude quite splendid, administered a banana.
"Yaya doesn't yike 'ollid ole castles," she said. I began to dig a hole. One does these things, I find, for the Saras of this world, and Sara was for the moment enchanted, but it didn't last long. "Yaya's so sirsty," she said. "Yaya wants a 'ponge cake." "I think you would rather have some milk, darling," I said. "Yaya's so sirsty," she said in a very sad voice. "Yaya would yike a 'ponge cake!"
"That's naughty, baby," said Nannie; "nice bunny!" "Naughty bunny," said Sara, "vake Yaya's yubbly vitty blush." And she resumed her singing with religious fervor. Nannie was really quite upset, and apologized for her charge. I accepted the apology and resolved then and there to send the despised rabbit to the Children's Hospital by the next post.
"Yaya's got a blush upstairs, a lubbly blush," she said, disdaining even to look at the parcel. I held it toward her, undid it, I squeaked the squeak, I called the rabbit endearing names; but to no purpose. Sara looked the other way. A look I at last persuaded her to bestow upon the rabbit; but she gazed at its charms, unmoved. "Yaya doesn't yike nasty bunnies, only nice blushes," she said.
"Yaya's got a ved vimvirn in her har," she announced. We all expressed the keenest interest and unbounded surprise. One very well-meaning person put down his knife and fork and said he was too surprised to eat any more breakfast; whereupon Hugh said, "You needn't be so very funny, because Sara doesn't understand those sort of jokes."
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