We couldn't take it without paying for it," said the Terror coldly.
Erebus followed him, cuddling the kitten and talking to it as she went.
Presently Wiggins spurned the earth and said, "There ought to be a home for kittens nobody wants--and puppies." The Terror stopped short, and said: "By Jove! There's Aunt Amelia!" Erebus burst into a bitter complaint of the stinginess of Aunt Amelia, who had more money than all the rest of the family put together, and yet never rained postal orders on deserving nieces and nephews, but spent it all on horrid cats' homes.
"That's just it," said the Terror in a tone of considerable animation.
"Come along; I want you to write a letter." "I'm not going to write any disgusting letter!" cried Erebus hotly.
"Then you're not going to get any bicycle.

Come on.

I'll look out the words in the dictionary, and Wiggins can help because, seeing so much of his father, he's got into the way of using grammar.

It'll be useful.

Come on!" They came on, Wiggins, as always, deeply impressed by the importance of being a helper of the Twins, for they were in their fourteenth year, and only ten brief wet summers had passed over his own tousled head, Erebus clamoring to have her suddenly aroused curiosity gratified.
Practise had made the Terror's ears impervious at will to his sister's questions, which were frequent and innumerable.