“Say, Ernest, if I’ll get you a cooky will you?”
“You can’t. Mother said if we didn’t leave that cooky jar alone she’d punish us—besides Alice hid them.”
“I don’t care. I’ve got six.”
“Where in—how’d you get them?—hook them?”
“I did not, Ernest Morton. Mother says we can eat all we want when Alice bakes, and I didn’t want very many ’cause my throat was sore so I just put some away.”
“Cricky, wouldn’t Mother be mad if she caught you? Where did you put them? Well, I’ll tell you about Katy and Gertie for four cookies.”
“Old Greedy, I’ll give you three if you’ll tell all about it.”
“No you don’t, you promised you’d bring me two if I told about the girls. Get them quick, I’m hungry.”
“All right, if you’ll promise to stay right there till I come back.”
“All right.”