"But that's not the story," I said rather helplessly.
"Yes, yes! It's a much nicelier one! Now another."

"But these stories are true," I said severely; "and it's no use
my telling them if you make them up your own way afterwards."

"Another! another!" she shrieked, jumping up and down
with redoubled energy, all her silvery curls flying.

I began about Noah and the flood.

"Did it rain so badly?" she asked with a face of the deepest
concern and interest.

"Yes, all day long and all night long for weeks and weeks-- --"

"And was everybody so wet?"

"Yes--"

"But why didn't they open their umbwellas?"

Just then I saw the nurse coming out with the tea-tray.

"I'll tell you the rest another time," I said, putting her off my knee,
greatly relieved; "you must all go to Anna now and have tea."

"I don't like Anna," remarked the June baby, not having
hitherto opened her lips; "she is a stupid girl."