"Why, boys, boys, you ought to have caught him." This was to the cats, one of which answered by giving itself a rub down his leg, while he clapped his hand upon my shoulder.
"There you are, my hearty.

It isn't so far for you to stoop as it would be for me.

Go and pick 'em." "Pick them ?" I said, looking at him wonderingly.
"To be sure.

Go ahead.

I'll hold your flowers.