Sally paused. "What?" she asked.
"You that same lizard that father has the skeleton of?"
Sally acknowledged that she was.
"Then," Charlie retorted, "you haven't got any bones in you. They're up in father's room."
Sally chuckled, but she did not reply to this remark directly.
"Charlie," she called, "you be a saurus something."
"Don't want to be a—Sally, what's a—that thing that you said for me to be? What is it?"
"Well," replied Sally slowly, "it's an animal kind of like an alligator—and such things, you know. I guess I'm one. And Charlie, you can't talk. Animals—especially sauruses—never talked."
"Parrots can," returned Charlie sullenly.
Sally did not think it worth while to try to answer this objection.