"Well," said Frances, "things are not very good
around here anymore.
No clothes to wear. No raisins for the oatmeal.
I think maybe I'll run away."
"Finish your breakfast," said Mother. "It is almost time for the school bus."
"What time will dinner be tonight?" said Frances.
"Half past six," said Mother.
"Then I will have plenty of time to run away after dinner," said Frances
and she kissed her mother good-bye and went to school.
from A Baby Sister for Frances, by Russell Hoban
Sugar Snack's already getting the hang of Frances' warbles.