How can I?
No: I'm a prisoner, and all the rest of my holiday time is going to be spoiled." "Oh, I say, don't talk like that, old boy," I cried.

"Why didn't you keep the suit I lent you ?" "I don't want to be dependent on you for old clothes," he said haughtily.
"Well, I'd rather wear them than those you have on, Bob.

Oh, I say, you do look rum!" "If you say that again I shall hit you," cried Bob fiercely.
"Oh, very well, I won't say it," I said; "but I say, wouldn't you wear a suit of old Big's ?" I said it quite seriously, but he regularly glared and seemed as if he were going to fly at me, but he neither moved nor spoke.
"Never mind about your clothes," I said.

"Big's sure to be over before long.

Let's get out on the cliff, or down by the shore, or go hunting up in the moor, or something." "What, like this ?" said Bob, getting up to turn round before me and show me how tight his clothes were.
"Well, what does it matter ?" I said.