“Well, you can’t,” said Robert firmly.
“And you’ve had quite enough cake, dear,” said his mother.
William turned to the buns, picked out the largest he could see and returned to the attack.
“I’m not doin’ anythin’ particular this evenin’, Robert,” he said, “I’ll help you dress if you like.”
“Thanks, I don’t,” said Robert.
“And don’t talk with your mouth full, William,” said his mother.
William finished the bun in silence, then returned yet again to the attack.
“I bet I could show you how to put it on, Robert. They’re awful hard to put on are Charles the First dresses. I don’t s’pose you could do it alone. I’d be able to show you the way the things went on. Prob’ly you’ll have ’em all laughin’ at you if you try to put ’em on alone. I’ll go up now if you like an’ put them out ready for you the way they ought to go on.”
“Well, I don’t like,” said Robert, “and you can shut up.”
William took another very large bun for consolation. Robert looked at him dispassionately.