So when Bobbie came back from her last thorny journey with the dead rose-bushes, he had got the rake and was using it busily.
“I was using the rake,” said Bobbie.
“Well, I'm using it now,” said Peter.
“But I had it first,” said Bobbie.
“Then it's my turn now,” said Peter. And that was how the quarrel began.
“You're always being disagreeable about nothing,” said Peter, after some heated argument.
“I had the rake first,” said Bobbie, flushed and defiant, holding on to its handle.
“Don't—I tell you I said this morning I meant to have it. Didn't I, Phil?”
Phyllis said she didn't want to be mixed up in their rows. And instantly, of course, she was.
“If you remember, you ought to say.”