"He stole LETTERS!" She couldn't know my reasons for a calmness after all pretty shallow; so I showed them off as I might. Crocodile said all right if she told him what he was going to do with the child, eat it or not eat It. The children, wearing the spoils of their crackers, danced and romped noisily and, though he tried to share their merriment, he felt himself a gloomy figure amid the gay cocked hats and sunbonnets. He thought of his own father, of how he sang songs while his mother played and of how he always gave him a shilling when he asked for sixpence and he felt sorry for him that he was not a magistrate like the other boys' fathers.