"No, no!" said Sylvie, rather shocked at such violent language. "It wasn't quite so bad as that!"
"Well, I mean, it wasn't nice," the little fellow corrected himself.
"And so Bruno went back to the Lion. 'Oh, come quick!' he said. 'The Fox has taken the Lamb to his house with him! I'm sure he means to eat it!' And the Lion said 'I'll come as quick as ever I can!' And they trotted down the hill."
"Do oo think he caught the Fox, Mister Sir?" said Bruno. I shook my head, not liking to speak: and Sylvie went on.
"And when they got to the house, Bruno looked in at the window. And there he saw the three little Foxes sitting round the table, with their clean pinafores on, and spoons in their hands"
"Spoons in their hands!" Bruno repeated in an ecstasy of delight.
"And the Fox had got a great big knifeall ready to kill the poor little Lamb" ("Oo needn't be flightened, Mister Sir!" Bruno put in, in a hasty whisper.)
