"I want you.

Come on, and bring a big stick: there's some boys stealing the pears." There was a rustle and a scramble, and Shock was by my side, more full of life and excitement than I had ever noticed him before.
"Pears ?" he whispered hoarsely; "arter the pears?
Where?
Where are they ?" He kept on the move, making for the door and coming back, and behaving altogether like a dog full of expectation of a rush after some wild creature in a hunt.
"Be quiet or we sha'n't catch them," I whispered.

"Some boys have climbed over the wall, and are after the _Marie Louise_ pears." He stopped short suddenly.
"Yah!" he cried, "they ain't.

It's your larks." "You stupid fellow! I tell you they are." "Mary Louisas ain't ripe," he cried.
"Don't care; they've gone after them.

Come, and bring a stick." "Fain larks," he said dubiously.
"Just as if I would play tricks with you!" I cried impatiently.
"No, you wouldn't, would yer ?" he said hoarsely.