What can it matter?
Do let us call our bantams what we like." And my mother gave in before I had time to.
The dialogue I held with Jem about the bantams after the walnut raid was as follows: "Jem, you're awfully fond of the 'Major and his wives,' I suppose ?" "Ye-es," said Jem, "_I am_.

But I don't mind, Jack, if you want them for your very own.

I'll give up my share,"-- and he sighed.
"I never saw such a good chap as you are, Jem.

But it's not that.

I thought we might give them to Mrs.Wood.It was so beastly about those disgusting walnuts." "I can't touch walnut pickle now," said Jem, feelingly.
"It'd be a very handsome present," said I.
"They took a prize at the Agricultural," said Jem.
"I know she likes eggs.