“The Queen's Baby, a course!” said Bruno. “Titania's Baby. And we's welly sorry. Sylvie, she's--oh so sorry!” “How sorry is she?” I asked, mischievously. “Three-quarters of a yard,” Bruno replied with perfect solemnity. “And I'm a little sorry too,” he added, shutting his eyes so as not to see that he was smiling. “And what are you doing about the Baby?” “Well, the soldiers are all looking for it--up and down everywhere.” “The soldiers?” I exclaimed. “Yes, a course!” said Bruno. “When there's no fighting to be done, the soldiers doos any little odd jobs, oo know.” I was amused at the idea of its being a 'little odd job' to find the Royal Baby. “But how did you come to lose it?” I asked. “We put it in a flower,” Sylvie, who had just joined us, explained with her eyes full of tears. “Only we ca'n't remember which!” “She says us put it in a flower,” Bruno interrupted, “'cause she doosn't want I to get punished. But it were really me what put it there. Sylvie were picking Dindledums.” {Image...The queen's baby} “You shouldn't say 'us put it in a flower',” Sylvie very gravely remarked. “Well, hus, then,” said Bruno. “I never can remember those horrid H's!” “Let me help you to look for it,” I said. So Sylvie and I made a 'voyage of discovery' among all the flowers; but there was no Baby to be seen. “What's become of Bruno?” I said, when we had completed our tour. “He's down in the ditch there,” said Sylvie, “amusing a young Frog.” I went down on my hands and knees to look for him, for I felt very curious to know how young Frogs ought to be amused. After a minute's search, I found him sitting at the edge of the ditch, by the side of the little Frog, and looking rather disconsolate. “How are you getting on, Bruno?” I said, nodding to him as he looked up. “Ca'n't amuse it no more,” Bruno answered, very dolefully, “'cause it won't say what it would like to do next! I've showed it all the duck-weeds--and a live caddis-worm----but it won't say nuffin! What--would oo like?'” he shouted into the ear of the Frog: but the little creature sat quite still, and took no notice of him. “It's deaf, I think!” Bruno said, turning away with a sigh. “And it's time to get the Theatre ready.” “Who are the audience to be?” “Only but Frogs,” said Bruno. “But they haven't comed yet. They wants to be drove up, like sheep.” “Would it save time,” I suggested, “if I were to walk round with Sylvie, to drive up the Frogs, while you get the Theatre ready?” “That are a good plan!” cried Bruno. “But where are Sylvie?” “I'm here!” said Sylvie, peeping over the edge of the bank. “I was just watching two Frogs that were having a race.” “Which won it?” Bruno eagerly inquired. Sylvie was puzzled. “He does ask such hard questions!” she confided to me. “And what's to happen in the Theatre?” I asked. “First they have their Birthday-Feast,” Sylvie said: “then Bruno does some Bits of Shakespeare; then he tells them a Story.”