We know all about you up there," said Tom.
"That's all right.

And how are your pretty sisters, Tommy ?" If any insult more than another could disturb the temper of Master Oliphant, it was to be called "Tommy," as many of the rustic youths of the neighbourhood knew to their cost.

He therefore replied shortly, "Find out," and proceeded to address himself to the task of remounting his machine.
"That's what I'm going to do.

Here, let me hold it for you, or you'll break your neck." "Look here," said the outraged Tom, thoroughly roused by this crowning indignity, "I don't want to be seen out here talking to cads.

I don't mind fighting you.