"It must be horrid to see him--coming quite close." And the thought of the Fool also frightened him.

The Fool with his tongue out and his shaking legs, like the idiot who lived near the Cathedral at home.

At the thought of this Jeremy suddenly took to his legs and ran, covering the top of his jug with his hand; then, when he came out on to the strip of grass that crossed the top of the beach, he stopped, suddenly ashamed of himself.
Scarlet Admirals! Scarlet Admirals! How could there be Scarlet Admirals in a world that also contained so blazing a sun, so blue a sea, and the gorgeous realities of the Le Page family.

He arrived at the luncheon party hot and proud and smiling, so cheerful and stolid and agreeable that even Mrs.Le Page was compelled to say, "Really, Mrs.Cole, that's a very nice little boy of yours.

Come here, little Jeremy, and talk to me!" How deeply he hated being called "little Jeremy" only Mary and Helen knew.