"Could I have some more?"
"All you want," he answered, as he put another ladle full in my bowl.
When we had finished eating he set aside the dishes and I asked:
"Now could I go and see Sally Dunkelberg?"
"What in the world do you want of Sally Dunkelberg?" he asked.
"Oh, just to play with her," I said as I showed him how I could sit on my hands and raise myself from the chair bottom.
"Haven't you any one to play with at home?"
"Only my Uncle Peabody."
"Don't you like to play with him?"
"Oh, some, but he can't stand me any longer. He's all tired out, and my Aunt Deel, too. I've tipped over every single thing on that place. I tipped over the honey yesterday—spillt it all over everything and rooend my clothes. I'm a reg'lar pest. So I want to play with Sally Dunkelberg. She knows all kinds o' riddles and games and all about grand ladies and gentlemen and she wears shiny shoes and her hair smells just like roses, and I want to play with her a little while—just a wee little while."