"And the Lion said 'Oh, I live on bread-and-butter, and cherries, and marmalade, and plum-cake'"
"and apples!" Bruno put in.
"Yes, 'and apples.' And Bruno said ' Won't you come with me to my Picnic?' And the Lion said 'Oh, I should like it very much indeed!' And Bruno and the Lion went away together." Sylvie stopped suddenly.
"Is that all?" I asked, despondingly.
"Not quite all," Sylvie slily replied. "There's a sentence or two more. Isn't there, Bruno?"
"Yes," with a carelessness that was evidently put on: "just a sentence or two more."
"And, as they were walking along, they looked over a hedge, and who should they see but a little black Lamb! And the Lamb was ever so frightened. And it ran"
"It were really flightened!" Bruno put in.
"It ran away. And Bruno ran after it. And he called 'Little Lamb! You needn't be afraid of this Lion! It never kills things! It lives on cherries, and marmalade'"
" and apples!" said Bruno. "Oo always forgets the apples!"
