J.—Then I went to call on Goody Grumbles.
M.—Indeed! Goody Grumbles, dear, old soul! And what had she to say?
J.—Not much; but she gave me a knife.
M.—A knife! Another most useful present! Where is it, then?
J.—I stuck it into my sleeve, and it fell out on the way.
M.—Of course it did. You ought to have put it into your pocket.
J.—That's just what Goody Grumbles said.
M.—And she was quite right. And then?
J.—And then I went to see Uncle Crabstick.
M.—Uncle Crabstick! Did he give you anything?