"You shall, son."
A friendly little glance passed between the boy and his mother.
"Pie! I want pie!" asserted Nell, who although too young to understand what was going on, nevertheless grasped the notion that food was the prevailing topic and plunged into the subject with enthusiasm.
"Bless your heart, dearie, you shall have pie!" laughed her mother. "I'll make a couple of apple pies and they shall be your present."
"There ought to be candy. Please let me send candy! May I?" begged Martin for whom the world held only two articles really worth while—candy and ice cream.
There was general merriment at this suggestion.
"Precious little candy would ever get to anybody else if you had the giving of it, Martie," teased Mary.
"Yes, Martin shall give the candy," Mrs. McGregor consented.
"We'll paste his mouth up before he goes to buy it," Carl drawled.
"Don't you s'pose I could keep from eating it if once I set out to?" scowled Martin defiantly.