“What will you do?” cried Joel in great astonishment.
“I’m going to have the bear go right into his hole again; and Peter is going to school,” said David with great decision.
“O dear me!” Joel rolled over in terrible disappointment.
“He’s my bear,” said David, “you gave him to me, and—”
“Well, Peter isn’t yours,” said Joel, interrupting. “I’m going to have Peter, so there!”
“You may have the bear, and I’ll take Peter,” said David eagerly.
“You may. I don’t want Peter—you won’t let him do anything,” said Joel. “I’d a great deal rather have the bear,” he brought up in great satisfaction.
“Well, how nice that is, Davie, for you to tell Joel a story.” Mother Pepper coming up the stairs to the loft, beamed approvingly at him.
David’s cheeks got very hot. “I didn’t tell the story,” he said, and his face fell.
“He had Peter,” said Joel quickly.