This'll just do." "Then it won't cost a hundred pounds ?" I cried.
"No; nor a hundred pennies, boy.

It was only my gammon.

I'll soon be back." I felt as if a load had been lifted off my breast as Ike came back at a heavy trot with a fresh ladder and planted it for me against the apple-tree.
"That's about safe," he cried.

"If you feel yourself falling, hook one of your ears over a bough and hang on.

Never mind the ladder: let that go." "That's nonsense!" I said sharply, and Ike chuckled.
"Look ye here, boy," he said, as I thanked him and ran up the ladder with my empty basket, "I'll take that bough as you broke in among the gooseberries, where he never hardly comes, and I'll tell him that I broke the ladder moving it.