“Well, then, why don’t you do it?”
“Because I must come to terms. You don’t think I’d help myself to a thrashing, do you?”
“I won’t thrash you, Tom. Shiver my timbers if I do.”
“They’re in a fair way of being shivered as it is, I think. Now, father, we’re both even.”
“How’s that?”
“Why you clapped a stopper over all on me this morning, and now you’ve got one on yourself.”
“Well, then, take off mine, and I’ll take off yours.”
“If I unlock your leg, you’ll unlock the cupboard?”
“Yes.”
“And you promise me a stiff one after dinner?”