He looked at her and saw behind the spectacles eyes beseeching his permission.
"Well, it wouldn't be much fun," he said, "but it's all beastly this afternoon, anyway." "Can I sit on the window too ?" asked Mary.
"Not too close, because it tickles my ear, but you can if you like." She hurried across to the bookshelf.

"There's 'Stumps' and 'Rags and Tatters,' and 'Engel the Fearless,' and 'Herr Baby' and 'Alice' and--" "'Alice' is best," said Jeremy, sighing.

"You know it better than the others." He curled himself into a corner of the window-seat.

From his position there he had a fine view.

Immediately below him was the garden, white and grey under the grey sky, the broken fountain standing up like a snow man in the middle of it.