"The gentleman who owns this place does not sell his strawberries.
He gives them away, if he likes people. How much do you ask for
_your_ strawberries?"

"What a nice old gentleman! Is he having those picked to give
away?"

"He is having these picked for his breakfast."

"Don't you think he'd like you to give me those, and pick him some
more?"

"I fear not, madam."

"Nevertheless, you might. He'd never know."

"I think he'd find it out."

"You are not afraid of him, are you?"

"I am when he gets mad."

"Does he treat you badly?"

"If he does, I always forgive him."

"He doesn't seem to provide you with very many clothes."

I picked on.