"I will not have you tell such lies, Olly! Why will you do it!" "I'll have the cookie anyhow," said Olly, starting on a run.

"Pheeb said I could, and this is Pheeb's house, and I will." "And you won't," said the voice, sharply.

There was a scuffle, a rush, the sound of a smart box on the ear, a sudden childish howl, and Olly fled back to Phebe and buried his face in her dress.

Phebe folded her arms protectingly around him, and looked up appealingly at the tall, slender figure approaching.
"Oh, Gerald, must you ?" "Phebe, I can't have you spoil that boy so.

I won't have him a liar and a gourmand; he's bad enough without that.