“Eh? Oh—hanged! I thought, so!”
She threw the soap into the yard, and closed the door. Clare darted after his property, pounced upon it, and restored it lovingly to his pocket.
As they were leaving the yard disconsolate, they saw a cart full of turnips. Tommy turned and made for it.
“Don’t, Tommy,” cried Clare.
“Why not? I’m hungry,” answered Tommy, “an’ you see it’s no use astin’!”
He flew at the cart, but Clare caught and held him.
“They ain’t ours, Tommy,” he said.
“Then why don’t you take one?” retorted Tommy.
“That’s why you shouldn’t.”
“It’s why you should, for then it ’ud be yours.”