“Don’t you like ’em? I do.”
“Much you know about ’em.”
“I do! I’m goin’ to have a beau and I’m goin’ to marry him when I grow up.”
“Sinners and snobs! You’d better be playin’ with your dolls than talkin’ about gett’n’ married.”
“Why had I? I think it’s awful lovely to get married in a long white satin dress and a veil and a bouquet and go to New York.”
“Huh! you’re a great kid.”
“Why am I?”
“Teeters and tongs! if you don’t stop I shan’t know whether I’m makin’ cocoa gingerbread or coastin’ down Overlook Hill.”
“Oh! may I have a piece when it’s baked?”
“I’ll see, if you’ll run away now and let me be.”