"I cannot permit this.

I never promised to buy you a wagon." "You said may be so," sobbed the child.
"May be so, and yes, are two different things.

If I had said that I would buy you a wagon, then there would have been some reason in your disappointment; but I said no such thing." He had paused to listen; but, as I ceased speaking, his crying was renewed.
"You must stop this now.

There is no use in it, and I will not have it," said I, resolutely.
My boy choked down for a few moments at this, and half stifled his grief; but o'ermastering him, it flowed on again as wildly as ever.
I felt impatient.
"Stop this moment, I say!" And I took hold of his arm firmly.

My will is strong, and when a little excited, it often leads me beyond where I would go in moments of reflection.