human
What cheer? cried Raggles.
gpt
Here's a go! Squash up, and we shall bag the front pew. Duff's got five-penn'orth of chocolate creams, so we shall be awfully snug.
human
Firm, who made up affectionately to Duffield's.
gpt
Old Tom will get six months, said Duffield, as soon as his bag of creams had completed its first circuit.
human
Rough on him, ain't it?
gpt
I don't know. I say, it'll be rather a game if it turns out he stole his own boat, won't it? Case of picking your own pocket, eh?
human
I don't know, said Dick.
gpt
I don't think he did steal it. But even if he did, you see it didn't belong to him.
human
It's a frightful jumble altogether, said Georgie.
gpt
I think law's a beastly thing. If the pawnbroker chooses to _give_ money on the boat--
human
Oh, it's not the pawnbroker--it's the fellows the boat belonged to.
gpt
But, I tell you, Tom's one of the fellows himself.
human
Well, it's the other fellows.
gpt
We may as well have another go of chocolates now, in case they get squashed up going in,