"I just sprinkle mine with sugar and put on the milk and finish it.

Only babies play with their food." Stanley pushed back his chair and got up.
"Would you get me those shoes, mother?
And, Beryl, if you've finished, I wish you'd cut down to the gate and stop the coach.

Run in to your mother, Isabel, and ask her where my bowler hat's been put.

Wait a minute--have you children been playing with my stick ?" "No, father!" "But I put it here." Stanley began to bluster.

"I remember distinctly putting it in this corner.