"'Eldest little Fox,'" Sylvie said, dropping the narrative-form in her eagerness, "'you've been so good that I can hardly believe you’ve been disobedient: but I’m afraid you’ve been eating your little sister?' And the eldest little Fox said ’Whihuauch! Whihuauch!’ and then it choked. And Bruno looked into its mouth, and it was full!" (Sylvie paused to take breath, and Bruno lay back among the daisies,