Jim," with a sudden look straight at the youngest member of his neighbor's family, who was fidgeting with his spoon and acting remarkably nervous, "what have you got to say?
Have a good time in that parlor playin' pirates, did you ?" Jimmie gasped.

The suddenness of the attack knocked his defenses flat.
He gurgled, stammered, and then broke into a wail of distress.
"I--I didn't mean to," he sobbed, wildly.

"'Twas her.

She said do it; I never.

I--I--" "Why, Jimmie Bacheldor!" exclaimed Mary-'Gusta, shocked into protest by her fellow culprit's distortion of the truth.