"Where'd you get it?" he asked.
"Down at my father's store," you replied, loftily, for the Jones boy had no watering-can.
"Your father hasn't got a store any more."
"He has, too," you replied.
"He hasn't, either, 'cause my pa says he hasn't."
"I don't care what your pa says. My father has, too, got a store."
"He hasn't."
"He has."
"He hasn't, either."
"He has, teether."