"Why did nothing never happen to it?" said Sylvie, who was sitting, with her head on Bruno's shoulder, patiently waiting for a chance of beginning her story.
"It were too tiny," Bruno explained.
"That's no reason!" I said. "However tiny it was, things might happen to it."
Bruno looked pityingly at me, as if he thought me very stupid. "It were too tiny," he repeated. "If anything happened to it, It would dieit were so very tiny!"
"Really that's enough about its being tiny!" Sylvie put in. "Haven't you invented any more about it?"
"Haven't invented no more yet."
"Well then, you shouldn't begin a story till you've invented more! Now be quiet, there's a good boy, and listen to my story."
And Bruno, having quite exhausted all his inventive faculty, by beginning in too great a hurry, quietly resigned himself to listening. "Tell about the other Bruno, please," he said coaxingly.
Sylvie put her arms round his neck, and began:
