“Ah! I was out of temper then, but now I feel so happy that a child might play with me.”
“Glad to hear it, but I don’t want to be child-like, and I don’t want to play.”
“Perhaps not, but you’ll be interested.”
“Fire away, then. What has made you so happy?”
“I had an idea.”
“Well, look sharp, or I shall fall asleep with my head resting on my arms.”
“Well, I’ll tell you,” said Roberts. “You see that solid lump of pudding?”
“I told you before I can’t see it.”
“Feel it then.”
“No, I’ll be hanged if I do! Why should I feel a nasty piece of cold pudding?”