Oh! it was a miserable picnic! The worst that he'd ever had.
"It's too hot to play," said Helen loftily.

"I'm going to sit down over there." "So am I," said Mary.
They moved away, their heads in the air and their legs ridiculously stiff.
Jeremy gazed at Charlotte in distress.

It was very wicked of his sisters to go off like that, but it was also very silly of Charlotte to stand there so helplessly.

He was beginning to think that perhaps he would give the thimble to Miss Jones after all.
"Would you like to go and see the pool where the little crabs are ?" he asked.
"I don't know," she answered, her upper lip trembling as though she were going to cry.

"I want to go home with Mother." "You can't go home," he said firmly, "and you can't see your mother, because she's asleep." "I've made my shoes dirty," she said, looking down at her feet, "and I'm so tired of holding my sunshade." "I should shut it up," Jeremy said without any hesitation.