the lodge to _promise_ to take
them fresh cabbages every morning--that was one of the things Herr Baby
had to see about, himself. Lisa lost him one morning, and found him at
the lodge, after a great hunt, talking very gravely to the little girl
about it.

[Illustration: "Zou will p'omise, Betsy, p'omise certain sure, _nebber_
to forget."--P. 61.]

"Zou will p'omise, Betsy, p'omise certain sure, _nebber_ to forget," he
was saying, and poor Betsy looked quite frightened, Herr Baby was so
very solemn. Fritz wanted to make her kiss her mother's old Testament,
the way he had seen men do sometimes in his grandfather's study when
they came to tell about things, and to promise they would speak the
truth; but Betsy, though she was ready enough to _promise_, didn't like
the other idea at all. She might be had up to the court for such like
doings, she said, and as neither Fritz nor Baby had any idea what sort
of place the court was, though they fancied it was some kind of prison
for people who didn't keep their word, they thought it better to leave
it.

The "calanies" and the "Bully" were to go, that was a comfort, and
Peepy-Snoozle and Tim, the two dormice, also, another comfort. Baby's
own packing was a serious matter, but, on the whole, I think mother and
Lisa and everybody were rather glad he had it to do, as it gave other
people a chance of getting _theirs_ done without the little feet
pattering along the passage or up the stairs, and the little shrill
voice asking what was going to be put into _this_ trunk or into _that_
carpet-bag. He gave up thinking so much about the other packing after a
while, for he found his own took all his time and attention. Mother had
found him a box after all. Not _the_ box of course--that was left empty,
by Baby's wish, till some day when he was a big man, he should go to the
country of the fairy glass and buy mother some new jugs--but a very nice
little box, and she gave him cotton wool and crushy paper too, and
everything was as neat as possible, and the box quite packed and ready,
the first evening. But it was very queer that _every_ day after that
Herr Baby found something or other he had forgotten, or something that
Denny and he decided in their early morning talks, that it would be
silly to take. Or else it came into his head in the night that his best
Bible would be better in the _other_ corner, and the scenty purse on the
top of it instead of at one side. Any way it always happene