“Not a one! Not a one!” he persisted.
Her eyes filled; she implored him earnestly.
“P’ease, Babe get big p’es’t!”
“Not a——”
“Stop teasing your sister, Bobbert. Of course she’ll get a present. Why not?”
“Because she swore.”
“What on earth do you mean?”
“I mean what I say.”
“When did she swear?”
“Day before yesterday night. She said she was going to be bad when she got up, and they kept at her to say she wouldn’t and she said she would. She can be the worst you ever saw.”