Some men would have resented her being able to do it so easily , but Mr. Darling had far too fine a nature for that ; he thanked her carelessly , at once forgot his rage , and in another moment was dancing round the room with Michael on his back . `` How wildly we romped ! '' says Mrs. Darling now , recalling it . `` Our last romp ! '' Mr. Darling groaned . `` O George , do you remember Michael suddenly said to me , ` How did you get to know me , mother ? ' '' `` I remember ! '' `` They were rather sweet , do n't you think , George ? '' `` And they were ours , ours ! and now they are gone . '' The romp had ended with the appearance of Nana , and most unluckily Mr. Darling collided against her , covering his trousers with hairs . They were not only new trousers , but they were the first he had ever had with braid on them , and he had had to bite his lip to prevent the tears coming . Of course Mrs. Darling brushed him , but he began to talk again about its being a mistake to have a dog for a nurse . `` George , Nana is a treasure . '' `` No doubt , but I have an uneasy feeling at times that she looks upon the children as puppies . '' `` Oh no , dear one , I feel sure she knows they have souls . '' `` I wonder , '' Mr. Darling said thoughtfully , `` I wonder . '' It was an opportunity , his wife felt , for telling him about the boy . At first he pooh-poohed the story , but he became thoughtful when she showed him the shadow . `` It is nobody I know , '' he said , examining it carefully , `` but it does look a scoundrel . ''
`` We were still discussing it , you remember , '' says Mr. Darling , `` when Nana came in with XXXXX 's medicine .
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