"Do take them away," she said, with a little moan.
A look of blank disappointment stole over his small, heated face.
"An' I've half killed myself to get them! Well, you ARE a mean girl!" he said.
"Oh, DO go away,": Judy moaned, moving her head restlessly from side to side.

"Oh, how my feet ache! no--my head, and my side--oh! I don't know what it is!" "I got hit here and here," Bunty said, indicating the places, and wiping away tears of keen self-pity with his coat sleeve.

"I'm scratched all over with that beastly old cactus." "Do you suppose there are many miles more ?" Judy said, in such a quick way that all the words seemed to run into each other.

"I've walked hundreds and hundreds, and haven't got home yet.

I suppose it's because the world's round, and I'll be walling in at the school gate again presently." "Don't be an idjut!" Bunty said gruffly.
"You'll be sure and certain, Marian, never to breathe a word of it; I've trusted you, and if you keep faith I can go home and come back and no one will know.