Mother won't let us have him at our house, though he wants to come.

And if you grow like him she won't be willing to have us frolic together as we do now." "Won't she ?" asked Laurie anxiously.
"No, she can't bear fashionable young men, and she'd shut us all up in bandboxes rather than have us associate with them." "Well, she needn't get out her bandboxes yet.

I'm not a fashionable party and don't mean to be, but I do like harmless larks now and then, don't you ?" "Yes, nobody minds them, so lark away, but don't get wild, will you?
Or there will be an end of all our good times." "I'll be a double distilled saint." "I can't bear saints.

Just be a simple, honest, respectable boy, and we'll never desert you.

I don't know what I should do if you acted like Mr.King's son.