Arthur. And you wouldn’t be afraid to eat things.
Guss. That’s so! They swallow down leather, stones, old iron; and nothing ever hurts them.
Debbie. I heard of one swallowing a lady’s parasol.
Johnny. But they’d pull out your feathers.
Guss. No matter! The girls need them for their hats.
Johnny. I know what I’d be. I’d be an owl: then I could sit up nights.
Hittie. You’d be scared of the dark!
Johnny. ’Twouldn’t be dark if I were an owl.
Mary. Can’t you play enough daytimes?
Johnny. Oh! daytime isn’t good for any thing. They have all the fun after we’ve gone to bed,—I and Charlie.