"No, child; you're crazy."
"You let father have 'em."
"Well, that was because he wanted a pair of tongs to hold his iron."
"So I want the bow-pins."
"Well, I shan't have my tongs spoilt for nonsense."
"Mother, is that red and white rooster mine?"
"Yes."
"Mine to do what I'm a mind to with?"
"Yes."
In the course of half an hour, Clem, with his rooster under his arm, presented himself at David Montague's door.