Look out now, Five! Don’t go splashing paint over me like that!

Why the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have been a red rose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake; and if the Queen was to find it out, we should all have our heads cut off, you know.

May it please your Majesty, we were trying— (said Two, in a very humble tone, going down on one knee as he spoke)