Sylvie and Bruno . turned to his friend : andthis time the voice said Tell her to bringthem here all of them ! I cant, and I wont! Sylvie exclaimed, themoment he reappeared. Its Brimo thatscrying : and hes my brother : and, please, weboth want to go : he cant walk, you know : hes hes dreaming, you know (this in a whisper, for fear of hurting my feelings). Dolets go through the Ivory Door! Ill ask him, said the Professor, disappear-ing again. He returned directly. He saysyou may. Follow me, and walk on tip-toe. The difficulty with me would have been, justthen, not to walk on tip-toe. It seemed
Sylvie and Bruno . turned to his friend : andthis time the voice said Tell her to bringthem here all of them ! I cant, and I wont! Sylvie exclaimed, themoment he reappeared. Its Brimo thatscrying : and hes my brother : and, please, weboth want to go : he cant walk, you know : hes hes dreaming, you know (this in a whisper, for fear of hurting my feelings). Dolets go through the Ivory Door! Ill ask him, said the Professor, disappear-ing again. He returned directly. He saysyou may. Follow me, and walk on tip-toe. The difficulty with me would have been, justthen, not to walk on tip-toe. It seemed veryhard to reach down far enough to just touchthe floor, as Sylvie led me through the study. The Professor went before us to unlock theIvory Door. I had just time to glance at theOther Professor, who was sitting reading, withhis back to us, before the Professor showed us XXI] THROUGH THE IVORY DOOR. 307 out through the door, and locked it Ijehind was standing- with his hands over hisface, crying ^^*^.-- Whats the matter, darling? said Sylvie,with her arms round his neck. Hurted mine self welly much! sobbed the poor little fellow. X 2 3oS SYLVIE AND BRUNO. Im so sorry, darling! How ever (//(/ youiniinage to hurt yourself so ? Course I managed it! said Bruno, laughingthrough his ttars. Dcos oo think nobody elsebut 00 cant manai^e thinq;s ? Matters were looking distinctly brighter,now Bruno had begun to argue. Come,lets hear all about it! I said. \ My foot took it into its head to slip Bruno began. A foot hasnt got a head ! S)lvie put in,but all in vain. I slipted down the bank. And I triptedover a stone. And the stone hurted my foot!And I trod on a Bee. And the Bee stingedmy finger! Poor Bruno sobbed again. Thecomplete list of woes was too much for hisfeelincrs. And it knewed I didnt 7;ua7i totrod on it ! he added, as the climax. That Bee should be ashamed of itself!I said severely, and Sylvie hugged and kissedthe wounded hero till all tears were dried. My fi
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