One came up with one of our pots yesterday." "Pooh! I killed one with a stick this morning.

They're only baby ones; comme ca," and she measured about two inches between her little pink palms.
"This one was so big," and he indicated a yard or so, between the flapping sleeves of the guernsey in which his head was still involved.
"I don't believe you, Phil Carre," she said with wide eyes.

"You're just trying to frighten me." "All right! Just you wait till one catches hold of your leg when you're out swimming all by yourself.

If I'd known you'd be so silly I'd never have taught you." "You didn't teach me.

You only dared me in and showed me how." "Well then! And if I hadn't you'd never have learnt." "Maybe I would.