'He says he wants to see you.

I think it's something particular; he seemed disappointed you weren't at the meeting on Sunday.' 'Did he?
I'll see if I can get round to-night.

If you like to have something cooked for me about eight o'clock, mother,' he added, consulting his watch, 'I shall be ready for it then.' He turned to his brother again.
'Is there a class to-night?
No?
Very well, when they've cleared away, get your books out and show me what you've been doing.

What are _you_ going to do with yourself, Alice ?' The two addressed, as well as their mother, appeared to have some special cause for embarrassment.

Instead of immediately replying, Alice played with crumbs and stole glances on either side.
'Me and 'Arry are going out,' she said at length, with a rather timid smile and a poise of the head in pretty wilfulness.
'Not 'Arry,' Richard observed significantly.
'Why not ?' came from the younger Mutimer, with access of boldness.
'If you're not well enough to go to work you certainly don't go out at night for your pleasure.' 'But it's a particular occasion,' explained Mice, leaning back with crossed arms, evidently prepared to do battle.