I guess I can give them ginks a few pointers." "Well, come on." "Too hot," said Sam.
Jane pulled young Smart by the sleeve.

"Tell him you will give him a jersey," she said in a low voice.

"His shirt is torn." Again young Smart looked at Jane with scrutinising eyes.

"You're a wonder," he said.
"Come along, Sam.

You haven't got your sweater with you, but I will get one for you.