I don't fancy yours! I said to Davoh, and broke into a trot to reach her first. Finders, keepers! I puffed as I drew alongside. She grinned, tossed her dark hair and went on talking to her friend about something too important to be interrupted […]
I don't fancy yours!
Finders, keepers!
This done, he waves his hat and declares his nag can lick anything on the ground—for nobblers round.
She told them, the first time they came up to her to make friendly, that Blossom made her want to throw up.
Both parties claimed afterwards that their man did best in the debate, but an early opinion poll suggested Mr Cameron shaded it.
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