“Aren’t my eyes lovely?” The stump rose and fell steadily throughout this catechism.
“Yes.”
“A gentle hazel, aren’t they?”
“Yes—oh, yes!”
“What a liar you are! They’re sky-blue. Ain’t they sky-blue?”
“Yes—oh, yes!”
“You don’t know your mind from one minute to another. You must learn—you must learn.”
“What a bait you’re in!” said Stalky. “Keep your hair on, Beetle.”
“I’ve had it done to me,” said Beetle. “Now—about my being a beast.”
“Pax—oh, pax!” cried Sefton; “make it pax. I’ll give up! Let me off! I’m broke! I can’t stand it!”