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My little boy confides to me that he would like a pear.
Now pears fall within his mother's province and I am sure that he has had as many as he is entitled to. And so we are at once agreed that what he wants is a wholly irrelevant, uncalled-for, delightful extra pear.
Unfortunately, it also appears that the request has already been laid before Mamma and met with a positive refusal.
The situation is serious, but not hopeless. For I am a man who knows how mean is the supply of pears to us poor wretched children of men and how wonderful an extra pear tastes.
And I am glad that my little boy did not give up all hope of the pear at the first obstacle. I can see by the longing in his green eyes how big the pear is and I reflect with lawful paternal pride that he will win his girl and his position in life when their time comes.
We now discuss the matter carefully.
First comes the prospect of stomach-ache:
"Never mind about that," says he.
I quite agree with his view.