'Mummy!' Johnny pushed at her back, rocking her. 'There's a funny lady in our good room.'
'What's she doing there?'
'I let her in, Mummy,' Johnny sighed. 'She says she's my "Cross-mother".' Another sigh. 'But she doesn't look like a "Cross-mother", she looks too young and pretty to be cross.'
'Now you are making me cross, Johnathon, dear. Go back to bed. You must've been dreaming.'

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