"Now, then, all together, heave ho, my lads, heave ho! And this does it.

One--two--three--and--" "Oh, look at that!" cried Bigley, straightening himself again.

"There now, did you ever see such a chap ?" cried Bob, stamping with rage; "just as she was going over, and it only wanted about half a pound to do it, he leaves off." "Well, how would you like your other brace buckle to get torn up by the roots ?" said Bigley reproachfully.
"Brace buckles! Why, your brace buckles are always coming off," said Bob.

"I wouldn't be such a great lumbering chap as you are for all Devonshire and part o' Wales." "I can't help it," said Bigley sadly, as he tried to repair damages, and failing that, secured his clothing by tying his braces tightly round his waist.

"I didn't want to grow so big all at once.