Always did.

Come, now, tell me a good yarn.

I love scrapes.

I'll be mum as an oyster if you don't want it known.' 'Will you ?' and Dan looked at him, wondering how the boyish face would change if the truth were suddenly told him.
'I'll swear it on locked fists, if you like.

I know it was jolly, and I'm aching to hear.' 'You are as curious as a girl.