"Why, I COULD, if I wanted to," he said more calmly.

"It wouldn't be a new one, maybe.

I guess it would be kind of an old one, but--" "Oh, a toy horn!" said Sam.

"I expect one you had when you were three years old, and your mother stuck it up in the attic to keep till you're dead, or sumpthing!" "It's not either any toy horn," Roddy insisted.

"It's a reg'lar horn for a band, and I could have it as easy as anything." The tone of this declaration was so sincere that it roused the lethargic Penrod.
"Roddy, is that true ?" he sat up to inquire piercingly.
"Of course it is!" Master Bitts returned.