"Groan? What for?"
"'Cause you've Been hurt in the war, or else you're sick from the cake."
"Pooh! a little bit of cake like that wouldn't make me sick. You've got to give me a lot more if you want me to be real sick."
"Oh, Teddy Martin! I'm not going to play if you make fun like that all the while. You've got to groan and pretend you've been shot. Never mind about the cake."
"All right. I'll be shot then. But you've got to give me a lot of chocolate pills to make me get better."
"I'm not going to give 'em to you all at once, Ted Martin!"
"Well, maybe in two doses then. How many are there?"
"Oh, there's a lot. I'm going to take some myself."
"You are not!" and Teddy sat up so quickly that he hit the top of the sheet-tent with his head and made it slide from the chair.
"There! Look what you did!" cried Janet. "Now you've gone and spoiled everything!"