"A little bit of lobster, my dear?"
"No, no," replied the naughty boy.
"Well, what will you have, then?" said his mother, who was almost tired of him.
"I will have oyster patties," said he.
"That is the only thing you cannot have, my love, you know, so do not think of it any more, but taste a bit of this pie. I am sure you will like it."
"You said I should have oyster patties by dinner-time," said Alfred, "and so I will have nothing else."
"I am sorry you are such a sad, naughty child," said his mother. "I thought you would have been so pleased with all these nice things to eat."
"They are not nice," said the child, who was not at all grateful for all that his mother had done, but was now in such a passion that he took the piece of currant tart which his nurse again offered to him, and, squeezing, up as much as his two little hands could hold, he threw it at his nurse, and stained her nice white handkerchief and apron with the red juice.
Just at this moment his father came into the garden, and walked up to the table.