The others stared at him in admiration.
"Do you want to see my bruises?" asked Fatty.
"I've seen them," said Bets. "But I don't mind seeing them again. I like bruises best when they begin to go yellow, really. Pip hasn't seen them, have you. Pip?"
Pip was torn between wanting to see the bruises, and not wanting Fatly to boast and show them off. Fatty didn't wait for him to answer, however. He began to strip off various garments, and display braises of many sizes and shapes. They were certainly good ones.
"I've never seen such beauties," said Pip, unable to stop himself admiring them. "I never have bruises like that. I suppose it's being fat that makes them spread so. Won't you look lovely when you go yellow-green?"
"That's one thing about me," said Fatty, "I'm a wonderful bruiser. Once, when I ran into the goal-post at football, I got a bruise just here that was exactly the shape of a church-bell. It was most peculiar."
"Oh, I wish I'd seen it," said Bets.
"And another time," said Fatty, "some one hit me with a stick - just here - and the next morning the bruise was exactly like a snake, head and all."
Pip reached out for a stick. "I'll give you another snake if you like," he said. "Just tell me where you'd like it."
Fatty was offended. "Don't be mean," he said.