“How do you make that out?” Bob cried sharply.
“Why, you wouldn’t take the gob-tabs, and that delayed us—that’s how,” Fitz Mee retorted.
“Yes, and you lay down and laughed in the old woman’s door-yard; and that delayed us, too.”
“It didn’t!”
“It did!”
“It didn’t, I say!”
“It did, I say!”
“Bob, you’re a contrary boy, that’s what you are!”
“And, Fitz, you’re a stubborn goblin, that’s what you are!”