“You must have had some, or you couldn't have bought that pear,” argued Dudley, accepting.
“Didn't buy it.”
“Do you mean to say you stole it?”
“Yes.”
“You're a thief,” denounced Dudley, wiping his mouth and throwing away a pip.
“I know it. So are you.”
“No, I'm not.”
“What's the good of talking nonsense. You robbed an orchard only last Wednesday at Mill Hill, and gave yourself the stomach-ache.”
“That isn't stealing.”
“What is it?”