'You are clever with your fingers, Master Philip, I will say that for you.

But you'll catch it, taking all them things.' 'That grey nurse said I might,' said Philip, 'and it doesn't hurt things building with them.

My sister and I always did it at home,' he added, looking confidingly at the parlour-maid.

She had praised his building.
And it was the first time he had mentioned his sister to any one in that house.
'Well, it's as good as a peep-show,' said the parlour-maid; 'it's just like them picture post-cards my brother in India sends me.

All them pillars and domes and things--and the animals too.