"I don' think," said Johnnie, jumping at the chance of ill news.
"You don't, you little rascal? Here, give me back my hard-earned pence! You're a little humbug."
"What's Johnnie been up to now?" asked Miss Penny, as she came out into the open.
"He's giving me lessons in necromancy and the black art of crows. He declines to pledge his honour on the continued brightness of the day."
"Oh, Johnnie! And we're going to Brecqhou!"
"I cann'd help."
"But you might send us on our way rejoicing."
"Gimme six pennies an' I will say it will be fine."
"I'm beginning to think you're of a grasping disposition, Johnnie. If you don't take care you'll die rich."
"Go'zamin, I wu'n't mind."