An intruder!
Elijah stopped his jumping, but still stood upon the couch, a small king in the highest tower of his castle and looking down upon his subjects—not caring for what he saw.
“You’re a servant,” he reminded the footman imperiously. “You don’t tell me what to do, I tell you what to do!”
Honestly, the nerve! While Elijah was entirely aware that he should not be jumping on the furnishings (or in the library at all, to be frank), only Mummy or Papa or Nanny could boss him about—and even they were likely to receive a tantrum from the wee tyrant!
Elijah stopped his jumping, but still stood upon the couch, a small king in the highest tower of his castle and looking down upon his subjects—not caring for what he saw.
“You’re a servant,” he reminded the footman imperiously. “You don’t tell me what to do, I tell you what to do!”
Honestly, the nerve! While Elijah was entirely aware that he should not be jumping on the furnishings (or in the library at all, to be frank), only Mummy or Papa or Nanny could boss him about—and even they were likely to receive a tantrum from the wee tyrant!
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