"It was awfully fat when it camed in," said Bruno: "so it would be more wonderfuller if it got thin all in a minute."
"And that was the reason, I suppose," the Lord Chancellor suggested, "why you didn't give it the rest of the milk?"
"No," said Bruno. "It were a betterer reason. I tooked the saucer up 'cause it were so discontented!"
"It doesn't look so to me," said the Lord Chancellor. "What made you think it was discontented?"
"'cause it grumbled in its throat."
"Oh, Bruno!" cried Sylvie. "Why, that's the way cats show they're pleased!"
Bruno looked doubtful. "It's not a good way," he objected. "Oo wouldn't say I were pleased, if I made that noise in my throat!"
"What a singular boy!" the Lord Chancellor whispered to himself: but Bruno had caught the words.
"What do it mean to say 'a singular boy'?" he whispered to Sylvie.
"It means one boy," Sylvie whispered in return. "And plural means two or three."
