I say, Teddy...." "Half a jiff," said Cruttendon.

"What's the season of the year ?" He looked out of the window.
"We take a day off on Sundays, Flanders." "Will he ..." said Jinny, looking at Jacob.

"You ..." "Yes, he'll come with us," said Cruttendon.
And then, here is Versailles.

Jinny stood on the stone rim and leant over the pond, clasped by Cruttendon's arms or she would have fallen in.
"There! There!" she cried.

"Right up to the top!" Some sluggish, sloping-shouldered fish had floated up from the depths to nip her crumbs.