"But I wish everything that's written weren't so sad." "I canna see what they want drownin' theirselves for," said Morel.
There was a pause.

Annie got up to clear the table.
Miriam rose to help with the pots.
"Let ME help to wash up," she said.
"Certainly not," cried Annie.

"You sit down again.

There aren't many." And Miriam, who could not be familiar and insist, sat down again to look at the book with Paul.
He was master of the party; his father was no good.

And great tortures he suffered lest the tin box should be put out at Firsby instead of at Mablethorpe.