be an animal," she said stoutly. "It makes a noise. It's
not like a fish."

"I'm a bull, I'm a bull!" cried Pip. And he gave such a tremendous
bellow--how did he make that noise?--that Lottie looked quite alarmed.

"I'll be a sheep," said little Rags. "A whole lot of sheep went past
this morning."

"How do you know?"

"Dad heard them. Baa!" He sounded like the little lamb that trots behind
and seems to wait to be carried.

"Cock-a-doodle-do!" shrilled Isabel. With her red cheeks and bright eyes
she looked like a rooster.

"What'll I be?" Lottie asked everybody, and she sat there smiling,
waiting for them to decide for her. It had to be an easy one.

"Be a donkey, Lottie." It was Kezia's suggestion. "Hee-haw! You can't
forget that."

"Hee-haw!" said Lottie solemnly. "When do I have to say it?"

"I'll explain, I'll explain," said the bull. It was he who had the
cards. He waved them round his head. "All be quiet! All listen!" And he
waited for them. "Look here, Lottie." He turned up a card. "It's got two
spots on it--see? Now, if you put that card in the middle and somebody
else has one with two spots as well, you say 'Hee-haw,' and the card's
yours."

"Mine?" Lottie was round-eyed. "To keep?"

"No, silly. Just for the game, see? Just while we're playing." The bull
was very cross with her.

"Oh, Lottie, you are a little silly," said the proud rooster.

Lottie looked at both of them. Then she hung her head; her lip quivered.
"I don't want to play," she whispered. The others glanced at one another
like conspirators. All of them knew what that meant. She would go away
and be discovered somewhere standing with her pinny thrown over her
head, in a corner, or against a wall, or even behind a chair.

"Yes, you do, Lottie. It's quite easy," said Kezia.

And Isabel, repentant, said exactly like a grown-up, "Watch me, Lottie,
and you'll soon learn."

"Cheer up, Lot," said Pip. "There, I know what I'll do. I'll give you
the first one. It's mine, really, but I'll give it to you. Here you
are." And he slammed the card down in front of Lottie.

Lottie revived at that. But now she was in another difficulty. "I
haven't got a hanky," she said; "I want one badly, too."

"Here, Lottie, you can use mine." Rags dipped into his sailor blouse and
brought up a very wet-looking one, knotted together. "Be very careful,"
he warned her. "Only use that corner. Don't undo it. I've got a little
starfish inside I'm going to try and