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How great was Peter's joy to find His friend in such a genial vein! How cheerfully the bond he signed, To pay the money back again! 'We ca'n't, said Paul, 'be too precise: 'Tis best to fix the very day: So, by a learned friend's advice, I've made it Noon, the Fourth of May. But this is April! Peter said. 'The First of April, as I think.
Bruno asked in an awe-struck voice. "Yes, they arrived together. The Other Professor is well, you won't like him quite so much, perhaps. He's a little more dreamy, you know." "I wiss Sylvie was a little more dreamy," said Bruno. "What do you mean, Bruno?" said Sylvie. Bruno went on addressing his father. "She says she ca'n't, oo know. But I thinks it isn't ca'n't, it's wo'n't."
Bruno looked doubtfully at Sylvie. "I'd rather not, please," he said. "It would hurt." "It doesn't hurt a bit!" the Sentinel said with some indignation. "Look! It's like this!" And he pricked up his ears like two railway signals. Sylvie gently explained matters. "I'm afraid we ca'n't manage it," she said in a low voice.
The legal friend was standing by, With sudden pity half unmanned: The tear-drop trembled in his eye, The signed agreement in his hand: But when at length the legal soul Resumed its customary force, 'The Law, he said, 'we ca'n't control: Pay, or the Law must take its course! Said Paul 'How bitterly I rue That fatal morning when I called! Consider, Peter, what you do!
This was a rather difficult idea to grasp. I tried a change of subject. "You're nearly the first Fairy I ever saw. Have you ever seen any people besides me?" "Plenty!" said Bruno. "We see'em when we walk in the road." "But they ca'n't see you. How is it they never tread on you?" "Ca'n't tread on us," said Bruno, looking amused at my ignorance.
And I haven't got no money left, to buy oo a birthday-present! And I ca'n't give oo nuffin but this!" "Oh, thank you, darling!" cried Sylvie. "I like your present best of all!" His Sub-Excellency turned and patted the two children on the head with his long lean hands. "Go away, dears!" he said. "There's business to talk over.
I must get some sheets of blotting-paper, and dry these new treasures for him before they fade. "That won't be no good at all!" said Bruno, who was waiting for us in the garden. "Why won't it?" said I. "You know I had to give the flowers, to stop questions? "Yes, it ca'n't be helped," said Sylvie: "but they will be sorry when they find them gone!" "But how will they go?" "Well, I don't know how.
And oh! my poor hands! how is it I ca'n't see you?" She was moving them about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow, except a little rustling among the leaves. Then she tried to bring her head down to her hands, and was delighted to find that her neck would bend about easily in every direction, like a serpent.
In some things, you know, you ca'n't be quite sure what an insect would like: for instance, I never could quite settle, supposing I were a moth, whether I would rather be kept out of the candle, or be allowed to fly straight in and get burnt or again, supposing I were a spider, I'm not sure if I should be quite pleased to have my web torn down, and the fly let loose but I feel quite certain that, if I were a beetle and had rolled over on my back, I should always be glad to be helped up again.
"He wasn't running," said Bruno, "and he wasn't crawling. He went struggling along like a portmanteau. And he held his chin ever so high in the air " "What did he do that for?" said Sylvie. "'cause he hadn't got a toofache!" said Bruno. "Ca'n't oo make out nuffin wizout I 'splain it?
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