"Of course you had to go!"
"I wasn't going to miss a bargain of that kind. You don't get 'em often."
Tom gazed darkly at the two bulky packages, the cause of his delayed dinner. "Can I have something to eat,—and quick?"
By this time her hat and jacket were off. "Just as soon as I get back my breath," she said, and began to undo the packages.
The little boy came to her side.
"I'm so hungry, ma," he whined. "Gimme a piece."
"Dinner'll be ready in a little while," she answered carelessly.
"But I can't wait!"—and he began to cry.
Maggie turned upon him sharply. "If you don't stop that bawling, Ferdie, you shan't have a bite of dinner."
The boy cried all the louder.