I must think of some story which is all long words and good children." "_Don't_ father," said Milly, imploringly, "it's ever so much nicer when they get into scrapes, you know, and tumble down, and all that." "Who's to begin ?" said Aunt Emma.

"I think mother had better begin.
Afterwards it will be your turn, Olly; then father, then Milly, and then me." "I don't believe I've got a scrap of a story in my head," said Mrs.
Norton.

"It's weeks since I caught one last." "Then look here, Olly," said Aunt Emma, "I'll tell you what to do.

Go up gently behind mother, and kiss her three times on the top of the head.
That's the way to send the stories in.

Mother will soon begin to feel one fidgeting inside her head after that." So Olly went gently up behind his mother, climbed on a stool at the back of her chair, and kissed her softly three times at the back of her head.
Mrs.Norton lay still for a few moments after the kisses, with closed eyes.
"Ah!" she said at last.