E. Nesbit 
The Phoenix and the Carpet 

It began with the day when it was almost the Fifth of November, and a doubt arose in some breast—Robert’s, I fancy—as to the quality of the fireworks laid in for the Guy Fawkes celebration.’They were jolly cheap, ‚ said whoever it was, and I think it was Robert, ‚and suppose they didn’t go off on the night? Those Prosser kids would have something to snigger about then.“The ones I got are all right, ‚ Jane said; ‚I know they are, because the man at the shop said they were worth thribble the money—“I’m sure thribble isn’t grammar, ‚ Anthea said.’Of course it isn’t, ‚ said Cyril; ‚one word can’t be grammar all by itself, so you needn’t be so jolly clever.‘