Yes, I'll go myself and arrange it." "It may be a lie," remarked Mrs.Bubb.
"So it may be, but somehow I don't think so.

The rummiest thing that that never came into my head! I shouldn't be a bit surprised if Clover ain't living in Belgrave Square, or some such place.

Just the kind of thing that happens with these mysterious johnnies.

She'll have come across him somewhere, and he's bribed her to keep it dark--see?
What a gooseberry I was never to think of it! We'll have 'em face to face!" "Suppose Polly won't ?" "Won't?
Gosh, but she _shall_! If I have to carry her downstairs, she shall! Think we're going to let her keep a thing like this to herself?
You just wait and see.

Leave it to me, that's all.