"Couldn't WE do something ?" "Let's go up to the Canal bridge and talk it over," said Peter.

"I got a new gut line from the postman this morning.

He gave it me for a bunch of roses that I gave him for his sweetheart.

She's ill." "Then I do think you might have given her the roses for nothing," said Bobbie, indignantly.
"Nyang, nyang!" said Peter, disagreeably, and put his hands in his pockets.
"He did, of course," said Phyllis, in haste; "directly we heard she was ill we got the roses ready and waited by the gate.

It was when you were making the brekker-toast.