"Now try if you can say it, my dear! For wilful"
"For wiffulsumfinoruvver" Bruno began, readily enough; and then there came a dead pause. "Ca'n't remember no more!"
"Well, what do you learn from it, then? You can tell us that, at any rate?"
Bruno ate a little more cake, and considered: but the moral did not seem to him to be a very obvious one.
"Always to" Sylvie prompted him in a whisper.
"Always to" Bruno softly repeated: and then, with sudden inspiration, "always to look where it goes to!"
"Where what goes to, darling?"
"Why the crust, a course!" said Bruno. "Then, if I lived to say 'How much I wiss I had the crust' (and all that), I'd know where I frew it to!"
This new interpretation quite puzzled the good woman. She returned to the subject of 'Bessie.' "Wouldn't you like to see Bessie's doll, my dears! Bessie, take the little lady and gentleman to see Matilda Jane!"
