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 "Look here—about that Sand-fairyLook out!—he'll have the milk over."

Milk removed to a safe distance.

"Yes—about that Fairy No, Lamb dear, give Panther the narky poon."

Then Cyril tried. "Nothing we've had yet has turned out He nearly had the mustard that time!"

"I wonder whether we'd better wish Hullo!—you've done it now, my boy!" And in a flash of glass and pink baby-paws, the bowl of golden carp in the middle of the table rolled on its side and poured a flood of mixed water and gold-fish into the Baby's lap and into the laps of the others.

Everyone was almost as much upset as the gold-fish; the Lamb only remaining calm. When the pool on the floor had been mopped up, and the leaping, gasping gold-fish had been collected and put back in the water, the Baby was taken away to be entirely re-dressed by Martha, and most of the others had to change completely. The pinafores and jackets that had been bathed in gold-fish-and-water