Mr. S. What’s the matter? What’s the matter?
W. (crying). Sammy Snow set his dog on to me, and hurt me. Ur-r-r-r!
Mr. S. Well, be a brave boy, and don’t cry.
W. (crying). Give me some raisins, and I won’t.
Mr. S. I don’t know where mamma keeps them.
W. I do; it’s in the kitchen closet.
Mr. S. Does mamma give them to you?
W. Sometimes, and sometimes I get them myself.
Mr. S. Well, you can get a very few. Raisins are not good for little boys.
W. (aside). I guess I’ll have enough raisins this time. (Goes out, R.)