Hippy swooped down upon it with a gurgle of delight.
"It's the truth.

I swear it," he declared, holding up one fat hand in which he clutched a cake.
"What made you give him the plate, Aunt Rose ?" asked Tom reproachfully.
"Bless you, child, there are plenty of cakes.

Let Hippy have as many as he can eat." "Vindicated," chuckled Hippy, between cakes, "and given full possession besides." "I wouldn't be so greedy," sniffed Nora O'Malley.
"I'm so glad.

I dislike greedy little girls," retorted Hippy patronizingly.
"Stop squabbling," interposed Grace.

"Here we are on the eve of separation and yet you two are bickering as energetically as when you first caught sight of each other two weeks ago.