Once Bob had made up his mind to a thing he would not give in, so after about half a slide down we stopped short without being driven on again by our companion, and the game was voted a bore.
"'Tisn't as if there were a couple of sailors at the top with a capstan, to haul you up again when you've slid down," said Bob.
"Ah, I wish there were!" cried Bigley, "I get so tired." "No rope would pull you up; you're too heavy," sneered Bob.

"Never mind, Sep, let's do something else.

The clatter streams ain't half so slippery as they used to be.

I s'pose we may do something else here though it is your father's place ?" "Don't be so disagreeable," I cried.
"Who's disagreeable ?" he retorted.

"I didn't make the stones stick and old Bigley come down squelch on us, did I ?" "Oh, if you want to quarrel, Bob, we may as well go home," I said.
"There, just hark at him, Big! Quarrel! Just as if I wanted to quarrel.