, all pulling her at once.

"Mother, mother, do sit down in the rocking-chair and look comfortable,"
said Fritz.

"There's still some tea. You'll have a cup of _our_ tea, won't you,
mother?" said Celia.

"And some bread and honey," said Denny.

"It won't spoil your afternoon tea; don't say it will," said all
together, for nothing would ever make them believe that when mother came
up to the nursery at tea-time it could be allowed that she should not
have a share of whatever there was.

"Such a good thing we had honey to-night," said Celia, who was busy
cutting a very dainty piece of bread and butter. "We persuaded Lisa to
give it us _extra_, you know, mother, because of the news. And, oh,
mother, what do you think Baby says? he----"

"Baby! what is the matter with him?" interrupted mother.

They all turned to look at him. Poor Baby, he had set to work to get
down from his chair to run to mother with the others, but the chair was
high and Baby was short, and Lisa, who had gone to the cupboard for a
fresh cup and saucer for "madame," as she called the children's mother,
had not noticed the trouble Herr Baby had got himself into. One little
leg and a part of his body were stuck fast in the open space between the
bars at the back, his head had somehow got under the arm of the chair,
and could not be got out again without help. And Baby was far too proud
to call out for help as long as there was a chance of his doing without
it. But he really was in a very uncomfortable state, and it was a wonder
that the chair, which was a light wicker one, had not toppled over with
the queer way in which he was hanging. They got him out at last; his
face was very red, and I _think_ the tears had been very near coming,
but he choked them down, and looking up gravely he said to his mother,--

"Him's chair is getting too small. Him hasn't room to turn."

"Is it really?" said his mother, quite gravely too. She saw that Celia
and Fritz were ready to burst out laughing at poor Baby, and she didn't
want them to do so, for Baby had really been very brave, and now when he
was trying hard not to cry it would have been too bad to laugh at him.
"Is it really?" she said. "I must see about it, and if it is too small
we must get you another."

"Him doesn't want you to pack up _that_ chair," said Baby again, giving
himself a sort of shake, as if to make sure that his head, and his legs,
and all the rest of him, were in their proper places after