“I—I—sold it.”
“What for?”
“Ha’-penny of jumbles for Samson.” Jumbles are sweets.
“How did you get here?”
“I come.”
“How?”
“I come.”
“It’s disgusting,” said Bevis, turning to Mark; “spoiling our island.”
“Not a tiger,” said Mark. “Only a girl.”
“It’s not proper,” said Bevis in a towering rage. “Tigers are proper, girls are not proper.”