I want to know your friends, Malcolm; it seems to bring you nearer," and Anna's eyes grew wistful.
"Are you sure my mother will approve of your programme ?" Then Anna smiled and nodded assent.
"She will call me a silly, fanciful child," she replied laughing.
"Mother does not understand sentimentality; but I am a privileged person on my birthday.

Now, Malcolm, please do not throw cold water on my little scheme." "Certainly not; we will go to the Seven Dials if you like.

Only I wish I had known beforehand.

Verity is occasionally like the renowned Mother Hubbard, her cupboard is bare.

You will have to put up with plain bread and butter, I expect." "What does that matter!" returned Anna scornfully.