I just sat and stared at Frank and grinned.

I couldn't eat.
"Do finish your supper," said mother.

"I never saw anything take your appetite like seeing your brother.

You'll be wanting a piece before bedtime." I didn't say a word, because I was afraid to, but I kept looking at Leon and he smiled back, and we had great fun.

Secrets are lovely.
Mother couldn't have eaten a bite if she'd known about that great shining thing, all full of wonderful sound, standing in our parlour.
When the last slow person had finished, father said: "Shelley, won't you step into the front room and bring me that book I borrowed from Frank on 'Taxation.' I want to talk over a few points." All of us heard her little breathless cry, and mother said, "There!" as if she'd been listening for something, and she beat all of us to the door.