Peter.—It seems to me it would be good manners to offer me a bite.
Tommy.—You'll provoke me, Peter, to give you a thrashing.
Peter.—My advice is that you don't try it on.
Tommy.—Peter, you are a little upstart. I should leave nothing of you, if I once took hold of you in earnest.
Peter.—It's a hot day, Tommy, and the wisest thing you can do is to share your slice with me. I am very hungry.
Tommy.—Oh, if you're hungry, that alters the case. Sit down, Peter, and you shall have a good bite.
Peter.—Ah! That tastes nice. Now, Tommy, explain about that hat of yours.
Tommy.—That's my secret, Peter. I sha'n't tell it.
Peter.—I can guess it. It's only a basket.
Tommy.—What a wise Peter you are! And to think you've had no schooling as yet!