"And what did you buy with your half-crown?" said Cissy, bending her brows sweetly upon the small gunner.
"Wif my half-a-crown? Oh, I just boughted three brass cannons—dey was all for mine-self!"
"Toady Lion," cried Cissy indignantly, "you are a selfish little pig! I shan't stop with you any more."
"Little pigs is nice," said Toady Lion, unmoved, arranging his cannon all over again on a new plan after the removal of Cissy's foot; "their noses——"
"Don't speak to me about their noses, you selfish little boy! Blow your own nose."
"No use," said Toady Lion philosophically; "won't stay blowed. 'Tis too duicy!"
Cissy set off in disgust towards the house of Windy Standard, leaving Toady Lion calmly playing with his six cannon all alone in the white dust of the king's highway.
