“I told you!” he said, running to the dresser for his cap.
“Take your pudding in your hand — and it’s only five past one, so you were wrong — you haven’t got your twopence,” cried the mother in a breath.
The boy came back, bitterly disappointed, for his twopence, then went off without a word.
“I want to go, I want to go,” said Annie, beginning to cry.