'What say?'
'That little thing there!' Tom explained, pointing with his elbow to the girl.
'Oh!' Henry grunted. 'I thought you said a nice little bit of stuff.'
And he bent to his chestnuts again. By slow and still slower degrees they were reduced to one.
'Have this,' he invited Tom.
'No,' said Tom. 'Don't want it. You finish up.'
'I think I can't eat any more,' Henry sighed.
'Oh yes, you can,' Tom encouraged him. 'You've shifted about fifty. Surely you can manage fifty-one.'
Henry put the survivor to his lips, but withdrew it.