I've brought you four plum puffs, and a cream-cheese mother made." "Hang your plum duffs and cream-cheeses!" cried Archy, starting up in a rage.
"Didn't say plum duff; said plum puffs." "Take 'em away then.

Bread and water's the proper thing for prisoners." "Oh, I say, you wouldn't get fat on that." "Will you let me out ?" "No." "Then I warn you fairly.

One of these days, or nights, or whatever they are, I'll lie wait for you, and break your head with a stone, and then get away." Ram laughed.
"What ?" cried the prisoner fiercely.
"I was only larfin'." "What at ?" "You.

Think I don't know better than that?
You wouldn't be such a coward." "Oh, wouldn't I ?" "Not you," said Ram, sitting down quietly, and making the lid of his basket squeak.

"You know I can't help it." "Yes, you can.