You know I can't have it." "Yes, you can.

You've got to have it," retorted Billy, still with that disarming, airy cheerfulness.

"Besides, 'twon't be half so bad as you think.

Wasn't that a good pudding to-night?
Didn't you both come back for more?
Well, I made it." "Puddings!" ejaculated Bertram, with an impatient gesture.

"Billy, as I've said before, it takes something besides puddings to run this house." "Yes, I know it does," dimpled Billy, "and I've got Mrs.Durgin for that part.