"Aw do." "Make him, Mother," said Abby indignantly.

"It's the Queen's BIRTHDAY!" "Time enough when the butter bill's paid," said Mrs Murchison.
"Oh the BUTTER bill! Say, Father, aren't you going to ?" "What ?" asked John Murchison, and again took out his pipe, as if this were the first he had heard of the matter.
"Give us our fifteen cents each to celebrate with.

You can't do it under that," Oliver added firmly.

"Crackers are eight cents a packet this year, the small size." "Nonsense," said Mr Murchison.

The reply was definite and final, and its ambiguity was merely due to the fact that their father disliked giving a plump refusal.