"Most certainly not," was the quick reply. Then taking his cigar from
his mouth, Sir Edward asked:

"And does all your play consist in killing people?"

"I only try to kill the bear and lion and Goliath, because they're so
wicked and so strong."

Milly continued,--

"This is such a lovely place to play in--trees are so nice to have games
with. Shall I tell you some more? Do you see that little tree over
there? That's where I sit when I'm the probable son, and when I've sat
there a long time and been very miserable, and eaten some of the beech
nuts that do for husks, then suddenly I think I will go home to my
father. It's rather a long walk, but I get happier and happier as I go,
and I get to walk very quick at last, and then I run when I see my
father. Do you see that nice big old tree right up there with the red
leaves, uncle? That's him, and I run up and say, 'Father, I have sinned;
I am not fit to come back, but I am so sorry that I left you,' and then
I just hug him and kiss him; and, do you know, I feel he hugs and kisses
me back. He does in the story, you know. And then I have a nice little
feast all ready. I get some biscuits from nurse, and a little jam, and
some sugar and water, and I sit down and feel so happy to think I'm not
the probable son any more, and haven't got to eat husks or be with the
pigs. Don't you think that's a beautiful game, uncle?"

"Do you get all your games from the Bible?" inquired Sir Edward. "I
somehow think it is not quite correct," and he looked very dubiously at