'No doubt! no doubt! Well, my beavers, you may go and build dams with your bolsters.

Your dam stopped the stream; the clay you took for it left a channel through which it has run down and ruined about seven pounds' worth of freshly-reaped barley.

Luckily the farmer found it out in time or you might have spoiled seventy pounds' worth.

And you burned a bridge yesterday.' We said we were sorry.

There was nothing else to say, only Alice added, 'We didn't MEAN to be naughty.' 'Of course not,' said Albert's uncle, 'you never do.