Poor Nana. And poor Mr. Darling, too. He knew he was being awful and unfair, but he couldn't help it. He was frustrated and jealous about other people doing better in the stock mar- ket, and about the children loving Nana so very much possibly more than him. It didn't help matters that Nana had brushed up against him yesterday, getting white hair all over his coat. Go to the doghouse where you belong!" he yelled at her.