H.—Only because she called me names, you know. It wasn't a pillow fight in the least.
P.—And I jumped up, and the reels rolled off my lap, and I tried to take the cushion away from him, and somehow we knocked over the box.
H.—But we didn't mean to in the very least. It was quite by accident.
Mrs. M.—Then, how did those sugar plums get into your mouths? That was by accident too I suppose.
H.—No, that was because we thought it was so dirty to put back the sugar plums we had licked.
P.—We just licked them to make sure they were sugar plums.
Mrs. M.—I see. Well, those sugar plums were for you. Your uncle sent them, and I was going to give them to you this evening, but now I shall throw them away instead.
H.—Throw them away! Oh, Mammy, what a pity!
Mrs. M.—Yes, it is a pity I can't trust two children of six and seven years old in a room by themselves. Come, let me see you safely in the nursery before I go out again.
P.—It is a pity, just when we were trying to be the best children in the world! (They go out.)