"I'm six," added Prue.

Punch, a rolly-polly person who was apparently engaged in dismembering a woolly lamb, remarked loudly and distinctly, "I'm a boy."

Punch, a rolly-polly person who was apparently engaged in dismembering a woolly lamb, remarked loudly and distinctly, "I'm a boy."

"May I paint?" asked Lallie.

"May I paint?" asked Lallie.

"Oh, do, you can have my seat for a bit. You might do some legs; they run over so, somehow, with me."

"Oh, do, you can have my seat for a bit. You might do some legs; they run over so, somehow, with me."

Lallie sat down in front of Prue's picture, which was an elaborate Graphic illustration of the "Relief of Ladysmith."

Lallie sat down in front of Prue's picture, which was an elaborate 

 illustration of the "Relief of Ladysmith."

"I'm sure Sir George White's tunic was not pink," Lallie objected.  "They wore khaki, you know."

"I'm sure Sir George White's tunic was not pink," Lallie objected.  "They wore khaki, you know."

"I don't like khaki; it's the colour of mustard, an' I hate mustard; my new sash is pink, an' I like pink. My soldiers wear pink; you may paint their legs khaki if you like."

"I don't like khaki; it's the colour of mustard, an' I hate mustard; my new sash is pink, an' I like pink.  

 soldiers wear pink; you may paint their legs khaki if you like."

"It looks very stormy overhead," Lallie remarked.  "Was there a thunderstorm at the Relief of Ladysmith?"

"It looks very stormy overhead," Lallie remarked.  "Was there a thunderstorm at the Relief of Ladysmith?"

"My uncle was there," said Pris, as though that accounted for it.

"My uncle was there," said Pris, as though that accounted for it.

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