Nobody can run or jump like you.

Do it just once more to please me." Kitty Fanshawe, a boy with large blue eyes and a purely gentle face, looked up at Blyth Scudamore so faithfully that to resist him was impossible.
"Very well, then; once more for Kitty," said the sweetest-tempered of mankind, as he vaulted back into the tub.

"But you know that I always leave off at a dozen.

Thirteen--thirteen I could never stop at.

I shall have to do fourteen at least; and it is too bad, just after dinner.