Go down the back stairs, mind! I'll let you in again in time to get ready for supper." Julian turned to his brother.

"What do you say to it, Ron ?" "Can't be done," groaned Ronald.
"Oh yes, it can." Sheer determination sounded in Avery's response.

"Get up, both of you! If it makes you ill, it can't be helped.

You will neither of you get any better lying here.

Come, Ronald!" She went to him briskly.