in your arms like you
do Alick."

"But Alick will cry if I put him down. See, I can manage like that; there
is room for both of you."

She made a large lap, and Amy scrambled on to it. It was like a nest with
two birds in it--not very restful, perhaps, to the nest, but quite
delightful for the birds. They were very good little birds, too, and they
did not quarrel; and presently Amy nudged mother's arm, and spoke in the
tiniest whisper. "One of the birds has gone to sleep," she said.

Alick's eyes were shut, and his round, flushed face was lying on mother's
hand. When she tried to take it gently away he stirred, and squeaked
restlessly.

"Let's pretend he's a cuckoo and push him out," suggested Tom.

"Tommy!" said his mother.

"Oh, I didn't mean him to fall far," said Tommy--"just a kind of roll."

"Not the kind you eat," said his mother.

"No, dear, I couldn't let you; he would be startled even if he wasn't
hurt."

"A train's so stupid," said Tommy, yawning.

Susie was on the alert in an instant.

"There! I knew he was going to be naughty," she said delightedly. "Soon
he'll be pulling the cord, or trying to break the glass, or doing
something else he oughtn't to. When he begins like that he's generally
very tiresome."

"Hush, Susie," said her mother; "see how good Dick is."

"And me!" cried Tommy.

"Yes, you are good too."

"When you're sleeping," added nurse.

"There, Miss Prig!" said Tom.

"There, mother!" cried Susie, in the same breath.

"Well, Susie, it is your own fault."

Susie flounced away to the farther end of the carriage, and sat looking
at the reflection of herself in the glass. She saw a little girl with
short blue skirts and a shady hat. When she took off the hat she could
see very large, brown eyes and a cross mouth, and the more she looked the
crosser it got. There was a fascination about that cross little mouth.
It seemed to Susie that she sat there a long while, whilst nobody took
any notice of her. In the reflection she could see baby asleep on
mother's lap, with mother's hand tucked under his cheek. He looked a
darling; but Susie frowned and looked away. Amy was sitting "in mother's
pocket"--that was what nurse called it--and Susie felt unreasonably
vexed. Dick and Tommy were leaning out of the window buying buns--Tommy
was paying. They were at a station, and there were heaps of buns. Susie
saw the cross mouth in the reflection quiver and close tightly; the brown
eyes blin