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"If your mother says it does, it does," said Robin not wishing to commit himself.

"Mother, it's nonsense, isn't it?" said Frank. "It is nonsense, isn't it, mother?"

"What you tell me two times is true," said his mother enigmatically to her son. "I'll say it to you. 'Caesar had some jam for tea!'"

It touched and amused her to see her son's round face, temporarily serious, his soft brow puckered, his eyes remote, till the light of reason began to dawn and he broke into a joyful smile with a toothless gap at one side of it.

"Oh, mother," he shrieked. "I'll tell Tom in afternoon school. I'll bet him I know Latin better than he does. Oh, mother! Is there any more, mother?"

"Quite a lot," said Jane, "but I don't remember it all. I expect Robin knows it, because he knows Latin properly."

"I'm ashamed to say I'd forgotten that one," said Robin. "But there's another awfully good one that I can't quite remember too; something about 'here's a go, forty buses in a row'--how does it go, Jane?"

"Lord! I had quite forgotten it too," said Jane. "The boys used to teach me odd bits in the holidays. Didn't it go on something about trux, As quot sinem: pes an dux?"