Sometimes he's an absolute Pharisee, and won't buy me so much as a single bit of candy.

I'll do what I can.

Those poor kids shall have a treat if it costs me my last dollar.

We owe them something decent." Antonio, whose lapses from duty were only occasional, and who had been reprimanded lately by Miss Rodgers, who suspected his delinquencies, proved deaf on this occasion to Peachy's blandishments.

He protested, with quite aggravating virtue, that it was as much as his place was worth to smuggle even a solitary cream-cake, and that for the future he must no more be the conveyor of contraband sweet stuff.
"Stumped in that quarter," mourned Peachy.