"I shall stop here as long as I like.

You touch me if you dare.

If you do I'll tell papa." "I shall tell him myself, my lad," cried Mr Solomon.
"You forget who I am," cried the boy.
"I don't know anything about who you are when my show of fruit's being spoiled," replied Mr Solomon.

"A mischievous boy's a boy doing mischief to me when I catch him, and I won't have him here." "Turn him out, then," cried the boy; "turn out that rough young blackguard.

I came in and caught him picking and stealing, and I gave him such a one." He switched his cane as he spoke, and looked at me so maliciously that I took a step forward, but Mr Solomon caught me sharply by the shoulder and uttered a low warning growl.
"I don't believe he was stealing the fruit," said Mr Solomon slowly.
"He has got a good character, Master Philip, and that's what you haven't been able to show." "If you talk to me like that I'll tell papa everything, and have you discharged." "Do!" said Mr Solomon.
"And I'll tell papa that you are always having in your friends, and showing 'em round the garden.