I wanted to say so, but somehow I couldn't." "Don't drivel," said Peter.

"I shouldn't have stopped if you HAD said it.

Not likely.

And besides, us rowing hadn't anything to do with it.
I might have caught my foot in the hoe, or taken off my fingers in the chaff-cutting machine or blown my nose off with fireworks.

It would have been hurt just the same whether we'd been rowing or not." "But I knew it was wrong to quarrel," said Bobbie, in tears, "and now you're hurt and--" "Now look here," said Peter, firmly, "you just dry up.