My neighbour snatched a document consisting of about half a dozen lines, and pushed it back.
“He’ll keep us in if we do.”
“Not he. I know he wants to drive over to Hastings with the girls. Sign, there’s a good chap.”
“But you haven’t signed.”
“No. I shall put my name last.”
“Yah! Can’t catch old birds with chaff, Eely.”
“If you call me Eely again, I’ll punch your head.”
“You sign first, and I’ll put my name next.”
“Shan’t! and if you don’t put your name at once, I’ll tear up the paper. I don’t want a holiday; it was all for you boys.”
“Thank-ye,” said my neighbour derisively.