Do you like bathing ?" "Going into the sea ?" "Yes." "Oh, no! Mother says I mustn't, because it'll hurt my hair.

Do you like my hair ?" "Yes," said Jeremy, blushing at so direct an invitation to compliment.
"Mother says I've got to be very careful of my hair because it's my chief beauty." "Yes," said Jeremy.
"I have a maid, Alice, and she brushes a whole hour every morning and a whole hour every evening." "Don't you get very tired ?" asked Jeremy.

"I know I should." "Mother says if you have such beautiful hair you must take trouble with it," Charlotte gravely replied.
Her voice was so like the voice of a parrot that Jeremy's grandmother had once possessed that it didn't seem as though a human being was speaking at all.

They were near the beach now and could see the blue slipping in, turning into white bubbles, then slipping out again.
"Do you like my frock ?" said Charlotte.
"Yes," said Jeremy.
"It was bought in London.

All my clothes are bought in London." "Mary's and Helen's aren't," said Jeremy with some faint idea of protecting his sisters.