Once upon a time there was a good daddy-long-legs--" "Well, what did he do ?" asked Milly, impatiently.
"He--he--flewed on to father's nose!" said Olly, keeping his hands tight over his eyes, while his little white teeth appeared below in a broad grin.
"And father said, 'Who's that on my nose ?' and the daddy-long-legs said, 'It's me, don't you know ?' And father said, 'Get away off my nose, I don't like you a bit.' And the daddy-long-legs said, 'I shan't go away.
It's hot on the window, the sun gets in my eyes.

I like sitting up here best.' So father took a big sofa-cushion and gave his nose _ever_ such a bang! And the daddy-long-legs tumbled down dead.

And the cushion tumbled down dead.

And father tumbled down dead.

And that's all," said Olly opening his eyes, and looking extremely proud of himself.
"Oh, you silly boy!" cried Milly, "that isn't a bit like a real story." But Aunt Emma and father and mother laughed a good deal at Olly's story, and Aunt Emma said it would do very well for such a small boy.
Whose turn was it next?
"Father's turn! father's turn!" cried the children, in great glee, looking round for him; but while Olly's story had been going on, Mr.
Norton, who was sitting behind them in a big arm-chair, had been covering himself up with sofa cushions and newspapers, till there was only the tip of one of his boots to be seen, coming out from under the heap.