"It's too near dinner-time.
You needn't beg for any more, because you can't have 'em." They were good about that; they were in no frame of digestion for cookies.
"Was it your own dog that bit you ?" Mr.Williams inquired.
"Sir?
No, sir.

It wasn't Duke." "Penrod!" Mrs.Williams exclaimed.

"When did it happen ?" "I don't remember just when," he answered feebly.

"I guess it was day before yesterday." "Gracious! How did it--" "He--he just came up and bit me." "Why, that's terrible! It might be dangerous for other children," said Mrs.Williams, with a solicitous glance at Sam.

"Don't you know whom he belongs to ?" "No'm.