Osbert laughed, and Anania was more vexed than ever.
“You’re a pair!” said he.
“Now, look you here! I’ll have an answer, if I stand here while Christmas; and you sha’n’t have another bite till you’ve given it. Did you go a-courting?”
As Anania had laid violent hands on the pie, which she held out of his grasp, and as Stephen had no desire to get into a genuine quarrel with her, he was obliged to make some reply.
“Will you give me back the pie, if I tell you?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Then, I’d no such notion in my head. Let’s have the pie.”
“When?” Anania still withheld the pie.
“When what?”
“When hadn’t you such a notion? when you set forth, or when you came back?”