Do you reckon she'll hold all right now, Doctor ?" Doctor Barnes was standing, scissors in hand, about to rip open the trouser leg.
"No, you don't!" said Sim.

"Them's my best pants.

You just go easy now, and don't you cut them none a-tall.

Wait till I take 'em off." The doctor bent over the wounded member.

"You put in a regular button-hole stitch," said he, grinning, "didn't you?
About three stitches would have been plenty.