her arms while she smiled and talked to father over his curls.
"Wonder if she's askin' him for another lapis lazarus necklace," said Angel, his mouth full of charlotte russe, "she'd better not, 'cos we're all he can afford now."
I did not like the idea either, so when father came back with The Seraph hanging to his coat tails, I remarked, with some asperity:
"She said you nearly ruined yourself once to buy her a pair of cream-coloured ponies."
"Yes, and a lapis lazarus necklace," added Angel, accusingly.
"I want a cweam-culled pony!" shouted The Seraph.
Father leaned over us with almost the expression of Mrs. Handsomebody in his eye.
"You shall all have ponies," he said, "any old colour you like, cream, or pink, or blue, if you'll shut up and be good."
Dazzled by the vision of a herd of rainbow-coloured ponies we suffered ourselves to be led in silence from the dining-room. Outside, father said, still with the look of Mrs. Handsomebody in his eye:
"I have to make a call on a lady in Argyle Road, my godmother. Do you feel prepared to come, and be good boys, or shall I send you back to your governess?"
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