"No, boo," replied Sara; so the matter dropped.

"Oo's tummin' to see Yaya's toys," said Sara.

"Am I, darling? When?"

"Now."

"But Aunt Woggles has got something for you," I said in a
triumphant voice.

Sara showed no interest and pulled me by the hand toward the door.

"Hand me that, Betty," I said, pointing to the parcel on the
table.

Betty handed it to me.

"Here, Sara, I said, "I have got a darling white rabbit for you!
Sara! A bunny!"

"Yaya's got a blush upstairs, a lubbly blush," she said,
disdaining even to look at the parcel. I held it toward her,
undid it, I squeaked the squeak, I called the rabbit endearing
names; but to no purpose. Sara looked the other way. A look I
at last persuaded her to bestow upon the rabbit; but she gazed
at its charms, unmoved.

"Yaya doesn't yike nasty bunnies, only nice blushes," she said.