"I'd like to know a lot of poetry. My friend Jean Forsyth knows almost all the poetry that was ever written. She is really literary, you know. I think she'll be a great poetess when she grows up."
"I'd like to meet her some time," Peggy said. "Oh, listen to Moses." She beckoned Elizabeth nearer the children, who were engaged in animated discussion of the afternoon's festivities.
"I could go back there and eat a whole pot o' beans and a plate o' corn beef, and a freezer of ice-cream, and a six-quart measure of coffee."
"Well, why don't you go back then?" the practical Mabel inquired, "it was paid for you to eat all you wanted to."
"I did eat all I wanted to. I was only saying how much more I could eat if I wanted to."
"I did eat a freezer of ice-cream, didn't I, Mabel?" Madget insisted.
"You didn't have no freezer of ice-cream to eat."
"I did so. A big bear crawled under the table, and gave it to me."
Mabel lifted a sisterly hand to chastise her for the sin of prevarication, but Elizabeth arrested the blow.
"Madget knows she didn't see a big bear. She is only having her little joke."