"I say, Mrs Stratton, if you'd let me pay for the other I can give you twopence a week, beginning next week.
I'd rather, you know." Mrs Stratton laughed pleasantly.

It was always a satisfaction, she told her husband, to come into collision with a junior.

He always got the best of it.
"No, thank you, Wheatfield.

But I tell you what you must do." "All serene, Mrs Stratton," said Percy submissively, preparing himself for a hundred lines at least.
"One of the bunches is damaged.

You must take it and get your friends to help you eat it.