"Under your bed, where they belong."
"I'm hungry."
"Your father'll be home any minute now. Don't spoil your appetite."
"I got ninety in manual training, mother."
"Did yuh, Edwin?"
"All the other fellows only got seventy and eighty."
"Mamma's boy leads 'em."
He entered at that, submitting to a kiss upon an averted cheek.
"See what mother's fixed for you!"
"M-m-m-m! fritters!"