“Only sugar indeed! And if it was my last words I’d say it—there was a button on the neck.”
“Well, I know that,” cried Jem; “and what’s the good of a button being on, if it comes off directly you touch it? Is it any good, Mas’ Don?”
“Oh, don’t ask me,” cried the lad, half-amused, half annoyed, and wishing they’d ask him to tea.
“He dragged it off, Master Don.”
“I didn’t.”
“You did, Jem, and you know you did, just to aggravate me.”
“Wasn’t half sewn on.”
“It was. I can’t sew your buttons on with copper wire.”
“You two are just like a girl and boy,” cried Don. “Here you have everything comfortable about you, and a good place, and you’re always quarrelling.”
“Well, it’s his fault, sir.”