I don't wonder.

Never mind, I shan't lick you unless you make me." "Thanks," said Reginald, drily, but scarcely able to conceal a smile at this magnanimous declaration.
"Magog" worked busily away, putting away cases in the rack, dusting the frame down with his apron, and whistling softly to himself.
"Thanks for helping me," said he, after a time, as Reginald still stood by doing nothing.

"I could never have done it all by myself." Reginald blushed a little at this broad hint, and proceeded to lift down a case.

But he nearly upset it in doing so, greatly to his companion's horror.
"You'd better rest," he said, "you'll be fagged out.

Here, let me do it.