Nan and Bert saw Freddie trying to pull away from Flossie the oatmeal dish the little girl had been using. Flossie was clinging to one side of it, and at the same time shouting:
“Stop! Stop! Now you stop, Freddie Bobbsey!”
“Give me the dish! Let me have it!” insisted the little boy.
“Stop, Freddie!” called Nan. “Why are you trying to take away Flossie’s dish?”
“She’s through with it. She’s eaten up all her oatmeal,” Freddie said. “I’m going to take the dish out in the kitchen and wash it.”
“No, you mustn’t do that,” said Nan.
“I want to help you wash the dishes!”
“Thank you, dear, but I don’t need any help this morning,” Nan said.
“And he sha’n’t have my dish! I haven’t eaten all my oatmeal!” wailed Flossie.
“Oh, you did so eat it all up! There isn’t any left!” exclaimed Freddie.