“I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with.”
“My dear, my dear,’ said Kate, but to herself. ‘I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with.”
“You need to give money when someone gives you a knife. So the bad luck won't cut you. I wouldn't like it for you to be cut by the bad luck, Jimmy.”
“Would I lie to you?”“There was that time you told me the mud pies would give me flying powers if I ate them.”“Not my fault. I really thought they would.”
“Cut my pie into four pieces, I don’t think I could eat eight.”
“I would give my soul for that!”