Frank—Sourer than a lemon.
Knarf—Sweeter than a lemon, you mean. Don’t you know sweet from sour?
Alice—Is it all what you call sweet?
Derf—’Course. Candy’s always sweet. Don’t you like it, Girl?
Alice—No, I don’t. You may have the whole bagful.
Knarf—Give me yours, old chap, if you don’t like it.
Frank—No, Marg may have mine. She’s little.
Knarf—I should think she was!
Ecila—Try the orange. Perhaps you’ll like that better.
Alice—(suspiciously regarding hers) Is that sweet, too?