CG beat me to it, but how could I resist such an appealing combination?
Crashsshsshhh…
Sherlock Holmes and I both jumped as a loud shattering noise sounded behind us. Holmes had dropped a test-tube and I had put a long scratch across my page, and as a result we were both very much not happy. We shouted as one.
"Alfred Weber!"
"Eve Johanna!"
Both children in question scrambled to their feet, red-faced, amidst the remains of the sugar bowl, which I had put atop the mantel out of their eager reaches. Apparently, judging from his sprawled position, Alfie had convinced the girl to stand on his shoulders in order to reach the elusive sweet, and Eve had lost her balance, sending them both to the floor.
"She did it!" Alfie bellowed quickly, pointing a grubby finger at the indignant little miss.
I was about to lecture the boy on the childish meanness of blaming a crime on someone who could not verbally defend herself, but the girl beat me to the punch.
Literally.
Holmes howled with laughter behind me as Alfie yelped and went sprawling from a well-aimed blow to the head with a primer, wielded by a very indignant little girl.
"'Ere now!" the boy shrieked, rubbing his ear, "tha's not very ladyloike!"
Eve smirked wickedly.
I found it expedient to hastily remove myself from the crossfire at the commencement of the ensuing battle.