I daresay you like good things to eat as well as any-body." Mike stood silent for a moment, and his eyes began to brighten.
"Indeed I do, mum," said he.

"If I was to carry in a punkin to you when they're ripe, I wonder if you'd be willin' to make me a punkin pie, same kind as Queen Victoria has in the fall of the year." La Fleur beamed on him most graciously.
"I will do that gladly, Michael: you may count on me to do that.

And I will give you other things that you like.

Wait till we see, wait till we see.

Good-day, Michael; I must be going now, or the doctor will be kept waiting for his dinner.