Give me the candle, Jessie," he said, snatching it from her hand.

"I want to go downstairs." "Hughie, you are very rude.

What would your mother say?
Let me have the candle immediately, I want to get Robbie's stockings." Hughie's heart stood still.
"I'll throw them down, Jessie.

I want the candle downstairs just a minute." "Leave that candle with me," insisted Jessie.

"There's another on the dining-room table you can get." "I'll not be a minute," said Hughie, hurrying downstairs.