'This is my bear,' said Archie again. 'Just the same bear. That's all.'
Bruce threw away the paper.
'You want to have a talk, eh?' he said.
'This is my best suit,' said Archie. 'Have you any sugar in your pockets?'
'Sugar in my pockets? Who put that into your head?'
'Nobody didn't put it in my head. Don't you put any in your pocket?'
'No. Sugar, indeed! I'm not a parrot.'
Archie roared with laughter.
'You're not a parrot!' he said, laughing loudly. 'Wouldn't it be fun if you was a parrot. I wish you was a parrot.'
'Don't be foolish, Archie.'