"I have on twa suits o' clothes, and a' my sarks," he had to admit, sticky and sullen.
She stopped, but he trudged on doggedly.

She ran after him and gave his arm an impulsive squeeze with both hands, "Oh, you sweet!" she said.
"No, I'm not," he answered in alarm.
"Yes you are! You are coming with me." "I'm not!" "Then why did you put on so many clothes ?" Tommy swithered wretchedly on one foot.

"I didna put them on to come wi' you," he explained, "I just put them on in case I should come wi' you." "And are you not coming ?" "How can I ken ?" "But you must decide," Grizel almost screamed.
"I needna," he stammered, "till we're at Tilliedrum.

Let's speak about some other thing." She rocked her arms, crying, "It is so easy to make up one's mind." "It's easy to you that has just one mind," he retorted with spirit, "but if you had as many minds as I have--!" On they went..