PROVING MAW WRONG.
Freddy, with a determined look on his small countenance, marched into the front room and up to the ardent suitor of his pretty sister.
“What’s them?” he demanded, thrusting out a grimy hand full of small white objects.
“What are those?” said the young man with an ingratiating smile. “Those are beans.”
“He does know ’em, maw,” bawled Freddy triumphantly into the adjoining room. “You said he didn’t.”