'Two! Hurt, eh?
Well, be consoled with the reflection that all knowledge is simply pain codified.

Three! Four--no, I will owe you the fourth.' Jacker Mack, and Ted, and Peterson were prey to the wildest curiosity.
Peterson risked cuts with criminal recklessness in his efforts to communicate with Dick when the latter took his seat, and Jacker, who sat next, edged up close to Dick and whispered excitedly: 'What happened?
What'd he do?
Where yer been ?' 'Been,' said Dick, 'oh, just havin' dinner up at The House.' 'Wha-at--with ole Jock ?' 'With Mr.and Mrs.Summers, J.P.' 'Gerrout! yer can't stuff me.' 'Oh, all right, Jacker, don't excite yerseif.

Perhaps they didn't give me a load o' cherries to bring away, an' strawberries--thumpin' ripe strawberries, hid somewhere what I know of.

Oh, I think not.

An' maybe I wasn't told to come up to The House Sundays an' help myself.