plee-a-sse

Updated: May 28, 2025

Then he bit his lip and the secret was still safe. Very mysteriously he unlocked the door of his workshop. And the boys peeked in. "Where's your ticket, Sonny?" he asked, seeing their two heads in the doorway. That was his way, you see, making a game out of everything. "We haven't any, but oh, Toyman, let us in, plee-a-sse."

Robert Gordon Anderson - Half-Past Seven Stories