"You've got it," said Tom, in rather a bitter tone.
"What! the bit with the jam run out?"
"No; here, take it," said Tom firmly, handing the best piece to Maggie.
"Oh please, Tom, have it. I don't mind; I like the other. Please take this."
"No, I shan't," said Tom, almost crossly.
Maggie began to eat up her half puff with great relish; But Tom had finished his own first, and had to look on while Maggie ate her last morsel or two without noticing that Tom was looking at her.
"Oh, you greedy thing!" said Tom, when she had eaten the last morsel.
Maggie turned quite pale. "O Tom, why didn't you ask me?"
"I wasn't going to ask you for a bit, you greedy. You might have thought of it without, when you knew I gave you the best bit."
"But I wanted you to have it—you know I did," said Maggie, in an injured tone.