But I got one for her.

Ist as soon as you eat yours, I am going to take hers, and feed her first time I find her in the dark." "But Billy, where did you get the cookies?
You know Aunt Margaret said you were not to have any." "I ist took them," said Billy, "I didn't take them for me.

I ist took them for you and her." Wesley thought fast.

In the warm darkness of the barn the horses crunched their corn, a rat gnawed at a corner of the granary, and among the rafters the white pigeon cooed a soft sleepy note to his dusky mate.
"Did--did--I steal ?" wavered Billy.
Wesley's big hands closed until he almost hurt the boy.
"No!" he said vehemently.

"That is too big a word.