Bill had pulled his jacket off by this time, and was down upon his knees on the grass, turning out the pockets.
"Don't you wish you may get it!" returned Dick derisively. "You don't call that an egg?"
Bill had got his mouth down to one pocket, lapping, up the yellow mess. "It warn't my fault they broke," said he, looking up, his face all smeared with yolk.
"Nor mine; that's certain," retorted Dick decisively, turning on his heel. "You can have the other one too," he called over his shoulder as he went.
"Stop a bit!" cried Bill. "Hi! Stop! It's sixpence, or I split on you!"
"Will you though!" retorted Dick, facing round with a jeer. "Who stole 'em?"
"Who asked me to?" retorted Bill.
"Who offered to?" Dick flung back.
"I don't do anything again for you in a hurry," said Bill, applying his mouth to the other pocket. "You're a sneak!"
But Dick only jeered, and went his way.