At last, taking a leaf out of Bruno's book, I ventured on a remark. "Doesn't 'Apple-tree' always begin with 'Eh!'?"
"Why, of course it does! How clever of you!" Sylvie cried delightedly.
Bruno jumped up, and patted me on the head. I tried not to feel conceited.
"So the Apple-Tree said 'Eh! What are you going to do with all those Apples?' And Bruno said 'Please, Sir, I want them for my Picnic.' And the Apple-Tree said 'Eh! But I hope you wo'n't bake any of them?' And Bruno said 'No, indeed I wo'n't! Ripe Apples are so nice and so sweet, they want no baking!'"
"They never doesn't" Bruno was beginning, but Sylvie corrected herself before he could get the words out.
"'They never doesn't nohow want no baking.' So Bruno put the Apples in the hamper, along with the Bread, and the bottle of Milk. And he set off to have a Picnic, on the top of the hill, all by himself"
"He wasn't greedy, oo know, to have it all by himself," Bruno said, patting me on the
