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.’