No, I'd freeze a big pile of it all hard, and I'd roll her out flat and then I'd carry her down to some ole tailor's and have him make me a SUIT out of her, and----" "Can't you keep still about your ole snow ?" demanded Penrod petulantly.
"Makes me so thirsty I can't keep still, and I've drunk so much now I bet I bust.

That ole hydrant water's mighty near hot anyway." "I'm goin' to have a big store, when I grow up," volunteered Maurice.
"Candy store ?" asked Penrod.
"NO, sir! I'll have candy in it, but not to eat, so much.

It's goin' to be a deportment store: ladies' clothes, gentlemen's clothes, neckties, china goods, leather goods, nice lines in woollings and lace goods----" "Yay! I wouldn't give a five-for-a-cent marble for your whole store," said Sam.

"Would you, Penrod ?" "Not for ten of 'em; not for a million of 'em! _I_'m goin' to have----" "Wait!" clamoured Maurice.

"You'd be foolish, because they'd be a toy deportment in my store where they'd be a hunderd marbles! So, how much would you think your five-for-a-cent marble counts for?
And when I'm keepin' my store I'm goin' to get married." "Yay!" shrieked Sam derisively.