“If you will be so cruel,” I said. “Let me have it, please.”
He gave it to me at once, stood by with a sort of sombre smile on his face, while I appeased my ravenous first hunger.
“That’s right,” he said. “Are you better? There was room for improvement.”
I did not answer.
“Well, are you quite good now?” said he.
My throat began to swell again.
“You treat me like a child!” I cried.
“Yes,” he said, “because it’s only little girls who quarrel with their bread and butter.”
“Haven’t you punished me enough already?” I said.
“I don’t know,” he answered. “But, if more’s wanted, I hope it will be with less smart to myself.”