If I cry when I fall down or when you pull my hair when you're combing it you always tell me to bear it like a man and not be a baby, and now you're crying yourself just because I'm not a baby.

You ought to be jolly glad that I'm nearly grown up into a man, because you know I've promised to build you a house with the money I earn, and then you needn't do no more work.
We'll have a servant the same as the people downstairs, and Dad can stop at home and sit by the fire and read the paper or play with me and Maud and have pillow fights and tell stories and--' 'It's all right, dearie,' said Nora, kissing him.

'I'm not crying now, and you mustn't either, or your eyes will be all red and you won't be able to go with Charley at all.' When she had finished dressing him, Frankie sat for some time in silence, apparently lost in thought.

At last he said: 'Why don't you get a baby, Mother?
You could nurse it, and I could have it to play with instead of going out in the street.' 'We can't afford to keep a baby, dear.

You know, even as it is, sometimes we have to go without things we want because we haven't the money to buy them.