"I like sugar," said James.
"It is so sweet," said George.
"And so good," said James.
"We will eat it all up," said George.
"We won't leave a bit," said James.
"It is almost all gone," said George.
"There is hardly any left," said James.
All the time they were talking George had been stuffing his brother and himself with the sugar.
Just then their Mother opened the door. She had opened it softly, and the little boys had not heard her. When she saw them so busy—with their round faces stuck all over with crumbs of sugar, and George sitting on the table, dealing it out so fairly—she could not keep from laughing.
The twins heard her laugh, so they laughed too; and George cried out, "Mother, this sugar is nice—I like it."