Oscar and Emma came bursting into the kitchen together, and while Oscar stood as close to his aunt, as he could, on the right, Emma pulled her head down on the left and began whispering into her ear.

Between the two, she had hard work to keep on with her pudding.
"Only think, aunty," began Oscar, "Feklitus says now that he won't have our motto on the banner, that he has heard another that he likes a great deal better.

What do you say, aunty?
What shall we do about it?
You know how cross he is when he is opposed, and he'll break off altogether." "Emma, do be still a moment; I will listen to you presently.

Now, Oscar, what is this verse that Feklitus proposes; let us hear it and see if it is a good one." "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity; With song and the juice of the vine," repeated Oscar.
"Is that all ?" Oscar nodded.
"Well, we cannot put that on the banner, at any rate," said his aunt decidedly.

"Tell Feklitus that there isn't even a verb in that motto, and it won't do.