Sylvie and Bruno . Oh, no, we never hunt the ones withoutshells, Bruno said, with a little shudder at thethought of it. Theyre always so cross aboutit; and then, if oo tumbles over them, theyreever so sticky ! By this time we had nearly finished the gar-den. I had fetched some violets, and Brunowas just helping me to put in the last, when hesuddenly stopped and said Im tired. Rest then, I said : I can go on withoutyou, quite well. Bruno needed no second invitation : he atonce began arranging the dead mouse as a kindof sofa. And Ill sing oo a little song, hesaid, as he rolled it about. Do, said
Sylvie and Bruno . Oh, no, we never hunt the ones withoutshells, Bruno said, with a little shudder at thethought of it. Theyre always so cross aboutit; and then, if oo tumbles over them, theyreever so sticky ! By this time we had nearly finished the gar-den. I had fetched some violets, and Brunowas just helping me to put in the last, when hesuddenly stopped and said Im tired. Rest then, I said : I can go on withoutyou, quite well. Bruno needed no second invitation : he atonce began arranging the dead mouse as a kindof sofa. And Ill sing oo a little song, hesaid, as he rolled it about. Do, said I : I like songs very much. Which sons: will oo choose ? Bruno said,as he dragged the mouse into a place where he XV] BRUNOS REVENGE. 213 could get a good view of me. Ting, ting,tine is the nicest. There was no resisting such a strong hint asthis : however, I pretended to. think about it fora moment, and then said Well, I like Ting,ting, ting, best of That shows oore a good judge of music,Bruno said, with a pleased look. How manyhare-bells would 00 like ? And he put histhumb into his mouth to help me to consider. As there was only one cluster of hare-bellswithin easy reach, I said very gravely that Ithought one would do this time, and I picked 214 SYLVIE AND BRUNO. it and gave it to him. Bruno ran his handonce or twice up and down the flowers, likea musician trying an instrument, producing amost dehcious deHcate tinkHng as he did so. I had never heard flower-music before 1 dont think one can, unless ones in the eerie state and I dont know quite how to give you an idea of what it was like, except bysaying that it sounded like a peal of bells athousand miles off. When he had satisfiedhimself that the flow^ers were in tune, heseated himself on the dead mouse (he neverseemed really comfortable anywhere else), and,looking up at me with a merry twinkle in hiseyes, he began. By the way, the tune wasrather a curious one, and you might like
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