In a minute he came and sat down to his own porridge and bread and butter.
"Bart, don't dig so fast," said he.

"You're down to hard pan now.

Never be in a hurry to see the bottom of the bowl." I have never forgotten the look of amusement in his big, smiling, gray eyes as they looked down upon me out of his full, ruddy, smooth-shaven face.

It inspired confidence and I whispered timidly: "Could I have some more ?" "All you want," he answered, as he put another ladle full in my bowl.
When we had finished eating he set aside the dishes and I asked: "Now could I go and see Sally Dunkelberg ?" "What in the world do you want of Sally Dunkelberg ?" he asked.
"Oh, just to play with her," I said as I showed him how I could sit on my hands and raise myself from the chair bottom.
"Haven't you any one to play with at home ?" "Only my Uncle Peabody." "Don't you like to play with him ?" "Oh, some, but he can't stand me any longer.

He's all tired out, and my Aunt Deel, too.