You gammoned me to make me come in and get my legs wet like yours are.

Never mind, I'll serve you out." "Why, there are some fish," cried Bigley indignantly.
"Don't you believe him, Sep," said Bob.

"It's all nonsense." "Yes, there are," I said from where I had climbed over the deepest part by clinging to the hurdles, "I can see them." "Oh no, you can't, my lad.

You'd like me to come splashing through the water there for you to laugh at me, but it won't do.

There isn't a single fish in the place, only old Bigley--old Babby as his father calls him.