FIVE CHILDREN AND IT
unspeakably late for dinner. Martha scolded, of course. But the Lamb was safe.
"I say—it turned out we wanted the Lamb as much as anyone," said Robert, later.
"Of course."
"But do you feel different about it now the sun's set?"
"No," said all the others together.
"Then it's lasted over sunset with us."
"No, it hasn't," Cyril explained. "The wish didn't do anything to us. We always wanted him with all our hearts when we were our proper selves, only we were all pigs this morning; especially you, Robert." Robert bore this much with a strange calm.
"I certainly thought I didn't want him this morning," said he. "Perhaps I was a pig. But everything looked so different when we thought we were going to lose him."
And that, my dear children, is the moral of this chapter. I did not mean it to have a moral, but morals are nasty forward beings, and will keep putting in their oars where they are not wanted. And since the moral has
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