But the show ended abruptly because Robert wanted to be the Venus of Milo, and for this purpose pulled at the sheet which served for drapery at the very moment when Cyril, looking really quite like the Discobolos--with a gold and white saucer for the disc--was standing on one foot, and under that one foot was the sheet.
Of course the Discobolos and his disc and the would-be Venus came down together, and everyone was a good deal hurt, especially the saucer, which would never be the same again, however neatly one might join its uneven bits with Seccotine or the white of an egg.
'I hope you're satisfied,' said Cyril, holding his head where a large lump was rising.
'Quite, thanks,' said Robert bitterly.

His thumb had caught in the banisters and bent itself back almost to breaking point.
'I AM so sorry, poor, dear Squirrel,' said Anthea; 'and you were looking so lovely.

I'll get a wet rag.

Bobs, go and hold your hand under the hot-water tap.

It's what ballet girls do with their legs when they hurt them.