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"
You
're
a
liar
,
"
said
William
;
and
so
the
argument
beg
all
over
again
.
In
the
end
they
decided
to
mince
them
fine
and
boil
them
.
So
they
got
a
black
pot
,
and
they
took
out
their
knives
.
"
No
good
boiling
'em
!
We
ai
n't
got
no
water
,
and
it
's
a
long
way
to
the
well
and
all
,
"
said
a
voice
.
Bert
and
William
thought
it
was
Tom
's
.
"
Shut
up
!
"
said
they
,
"
or
we
'll
never
have
done
.
And
yer
can
fetch
the
water
yerself
,
if
yer
say
any
more
.
"
"
Shut
up
yerself
!
"
said
Tom
,
who
thought
it
was
William
's
voice
.
"
Who
's
arguing
but
you
.
I
'd
like
to
know
.
"
"
You
're
a
booby
,
"
said
William
.
"
Booby
yerself
!
"
said
Tom
.
And
so
the
argument
began
all
over
again
,
and
went
on
hotter
than
ever
,
until
at
last
they
decided
to
sit
on
the
sacks
one
by
one
and
squash
them
,
and
boil
them
next
time
.
"
Who
shall
we
sit
on
first
?
"
said
the
voice
.
"
Better
sit
on
the
last
fellow
first
,
"
said
Bert
,
whose
eye
had
been
damaged
by
Thorin
.
He
thought
Tom
was
talking
.
"
Do
n't
talk
to
yerself
!
"
said
Tom
.
"
But
if
you
wants
to
sit
on
the
last
one
,
sit
on
him
.
Which
is
he
?
"
"
The
one
with
the
yellow
stockings
,
"
said
Bert
.
