“I want some sugar,” replied Johnny, stretching his arm over the table to the sugar-basin, which was out of his reach.
“Well, my love, you shall have a great lump if you will tell me what’s the letter A.”
“A was an archer, and shot at a frog,” replied Johnny, in a surly tone.
“There now, Mr Easy; and he can go through the whole alphabet—can’t he, Sarah?”
“That he can, the dear—can’t you, Johnny dear?”
“No,” replied Johnny.
“Yes, you can, my love; you know what’s the letter B. Now don’t you?”
“Yes,” replied Johnny.
“There, Mr Easy, you see what the boy knows, and how obedient he is too. Come, Johnny dear, tell us what was B.”
“No, I won’t,” replied Johnny, “I want some more sugar;” and Johnny, who had climbed on a chair, spread himself over the table to reach it.