In this case they married. And they had three clever boys-but not all at
once.
The sweet children rode on their hobby-horses through all the rooms
when they came to see the grandparents. And the General also rode on his
stick; he rode behind them in the character of groom to the little Privy
Councillors.
And the General’s lady sat on her sofa and smiled at them, even when she
had her severest headache.
So far did George get, and much further; else it had not been worth while
to tell the story of THE PORTER’S SON.
