Mr. L. Have you no playthings?
Boy. Playthings? What are they?
Mr. L. Such things as ninepins, marbles, tops, and wooden horses.
Boy. No, sir. Tom and I play at football in winter, and I have a jumping-rope. I had a hoop, but it is broken.
Mr. L. Do you want nothing else?
Boy. I have hardly time to play with what I have.
Mr. L. You could get apples and cakes if you had money, you know.
Boy. I can have apples at home. As for cake, I don’t want that. My mother makes me a pie now and then, which is as good.
Mr. L. Would you not like a knife to cut sticks?
Boy. I have one. Here it is. Brother Tom gave it to me.