"Yes, I know," said Bruno: "but I wanted mine for to give it some more milk in."
Sylvie looked unconvinced: however it seemed quite impossible for her ever to refuse what her brother asked: so she quietly filled her saucer with milk, and handed it to Bruno, who got down off his chair to administer it to the cat.
"The room's very hot, with all this crowd," the Professor said to Sylvie. "I wonder why they don't put some lumps of ice in the grate? You fill it with lumps of coal in the winter, you know, and you sit round it and enjoy the warmth. How jolly it would be to fill it now with lumps of ice, and sit round it and enjoy the coolth!"
Hot as it was, Sylvie shivered a little at the idea. "It's very cold outside," she said. "My feet got almost frozen to-day."
"That's the shoemaker's fault!" the Professor cheerfully replied. "How often I've explained to him that he ought to make boots with little iron frames under the soles, to hold lamps! But he never thinks. No one would suffer from cold, if only they would think of
