"I don't want to come in," he whimpered. "I want to build wif your bwicks. They're much, much bigger'n mine!"
"But it's raining, don't you see? It would never do for Georgie to get wet."
"Oh, I wish I would play wif your bwicks!"
"Why, Georgie, you couldn't lift them; you're not strong enough."
"But I are, I tell you. I really are!"
"Here's one, then," said Carlton, who kept his misfits in the shed. "You try."
Georgie did try. He rolled the stone over, though it was no small one; lift it he could not.
"You see, it was heavier than you thought."
"'Cos never mind," coaxed Georgie, in another formula of his own; "you carry it for me!"
"But it's raining, and we should both be wet through."