Have a doughnut," said the master, who had been admiring Jimmie's gastronomic achievements.
"He's had ten a'ready," shouted little Aleck Sinclair, Jimmie's special confidant.
Jimmie smiled in conscious pride, but remained silent.
"What! eaten ten doughnuts ?" asked the master, feigning alarm.
"He's got four in his pocket, too," said Aleck, in triumph.
"He's got a pie in his own pocket," retorted Jimmie, driven to retaliate.
"A pie!" exclaimed the master.

"Better take it out.

A pocket's not the best place for a pie.

Why don't you eat it, Aleck ?" "I can't," lamented Aleck.

"I'm full up." "He said he's nearly busted," said Jimmie, anxiously.