Just then the Tidy Angel came out.
"I have set everything to rights," she said, "and so it must stay. Now, will you go with the Pig Brother, or will you come back with me, and be a tidy child?"
"With you, with you!" cried the child; and he clung to the Angel's dress.
"Small loss!" he said. "There will be all the more wash for me!" And he trotted off.
THE CAKE[1]
[ [1] From The Golden Windows, by Laura E. Richards. (H.R. Allenson Ltd. 2s. 6d. net.)
A child quarrelled with his brother one day about a cake.
"It is my cake!" said the child.
"No, it is mine!" said his brother.