“Oh,” said Rollo, “I am going to play.”
“Where are you going to get your breakfast?”
“Oh, I am going to get it down stairs, in the parlor.”
“But whose breakfast is that down in the parlor? Is it yours?”
“No, sir.”
“Did you buy it with your money?”
“No, sir.”
“Shall you get it ready?”
“No, sir, I do not know how to get the breakfast ready.”
“Then it is not your breakfast; it is all my breakfast; but as you have not got any breakfast of your own, I believe I will let you have some of my breakfast. But what are you going to do for a house to live in all day?”