You can have stacks of good things to eat, ride in the carriage, and have a great time.

Won't you stay with us ?" Billy drew away from Mrs.Comstock and Elnora.
He faced Margaret, his eyes shrewd with unchildish wisdom.

Necessity had taught him to strike the hot iron, to drive the hard bargain.
"Can I have Snap to live here always ?" he demanded.
"Yes, you can have all the dogs you want," said Margaret Sinton.
"Can I sleep close enough so's I can touch you ?" "Yes, you can move your lounge up so that you can hold my hand," said Margaret.
"Do you love me now ?" questioned Billy.
"I'll try to love you, if you are a good boy," said Margaret.
"Then I guess I'll stay," said Billy, walking over to her.
Out in the night Elnora and her mother went down the road in the moonlight; every few rods Mrs.Comstock laughed aloud.
"Mother, I don't understand you," sobbed Elnora.
"Well, maybe when you have gone to high school longer you will," said Mrs.Comstock.

"Anyway, you saw me bring Mag Sinton to her senses, didn't you ?" "Yes, I did," answered Elnora, "but I thought you were in earnest.

So did Billy, and Uncle Wesley, and Aunt Margaret." "Well, wasn't I ?" inquired Mrs.Comstock.
"But you just said you brought Aunt Margaret to!" "Well, didn't I ?" "I don't understand you." "That's the reason I am recommending more schooling!" Elnora took her candle and went to bed.