"I can, too!" he shrieked.

"You ole durn jackass, I can, too! I can, can, can, can--" Penrod suddenly stopped his intermittent production of blats, and intervened.

"_I_ know how you can prove it, Roddy," he said briskly.
"There's one way anybody can always prove sumpthing belongs to them, so that nobody'd have a right to call them what they wanted to.

You can prove it's yours, EASY!" "How ?" "Well," said Penrod, "if you give it away." "What you mean ?" asked Roddy, frowning.
"Well, look here," Penrod began brightly.

"You can't give anything away that doesn't belong to you, can you ?" "No." "So, then," the resourceful boy continued, "f'r instance, if you give this ole horn to me, that'd prove it was yours, and Sam'd haf to say it was, and he wouldn't have any right to--" "I won't do it!" said Roddy sourly.