"But I don't feel funny, Polly. You stop laughing at me."
Mother gently pulled his hair away from the candy. Then she scraped his hands.
"Please save my candy, mother," said Peter.
"I cannot, Peter. It is not clean now."
And Polly said, "You may have mine, Peter. I am sorry I laughed."
Then mother washed Peter's hands. "I must wash your hair, too," she said. "But never mind. It needed washing. You have had fun with your candy, haven't you?"
Peter answered, "Yes, I have, mother. But please do not make it so sticky next time."
