The difficulty had occurred to me already: and I had felt that perhaps there would be a slight awkwardness in introducing two such tiny friends into Society. "What size will you be?" I enquired.
"We'd better come as———common children," Sylvie thoughtfully replied. "That's the easiest size to manage."
"Could you come to-day?" I said, thinking "then we could have you at the picnic!"
Sylvie considered a little. "Not to-day," she replied. "We haven't got the things ready. We'll come on——Tuesday next, if you like. And now, really, Bruno, you must come and do your lessons."
"I wiss oo wouldn't say 'really Bruno!'" the little fellow pleaded, with pouting lips that made him look prettier than ever. "It always shows there's something horrid coming! And I won't kiss you, if you're so unkind,"
"Ah, but you have kissed me!" Sylvie exclaimed In merry triumph.
"Well then, I'll unkiss you!" And he threw his arms round her neck for this novel, but apparently not very painful, operation.
