Lucy was never
at a loss for an answer to any question, and Bim believed all that she
told him.
"Where's China, Lucy?"
"Oh, don't bother, Bim."
"No, but _where_ is it?"
"What a nuisance you are! It's near Africa."
"Where Uncle Alfred is?"
"Yes, just there."
"But _is_ Uncle Alfred in--China?"
"No, silly, of course not."
"Well, then----"
"I didn't say China was in Africa. I said it was near."
"Oh! I see. Uncle Alfred could just go in the train?"
"Yes, of course."
"Oh! I see. P'r'aps he will."
But, for the most part, Bim, realising that Lucy "didn't want to be
bothered," pursued his life alone. Through all the turmoil and disorder
of that tempestuous nursery he gravely went his way, at one moment
fighting lions and tigers, at another being nurse on her afternoon out
(this was a truly astonishing adventure composed of scraps flung to him
from nurse's conversational table and including many incidents that were
far indeed from any nurse's experience), or again, he would be his
mother giving a party, and, in the course of this, a great deal of food
would be eaten, his favourite dishes, treacle pudding and cottage pie,
being always included.
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