“No, you may have the apple.”
“No,” said Lucy; “the pear is fairly mine; you asked me which I would have, and I said the right.”
“But I want the pear,” said Rollo; “you may have the apple. Mother gave them both to me.”
“I want the pear too,” said Lucy; “it is mine, and you must give it to me.”
Just then a voice called from the bedroom,
“Children!”
“What, mother?” said Rollo.
“I want you both to come here.”
Rollo and Lucy would both have been ashamed of their contention, were it not that the pear looked so very rich and tempting, that they were both very eager to have it.
“What is the difficulty?” said Rollo’s mother, as soon as they stood before her.