Dora counted them.

There are twenty-four, counting the little ones on the sleeves that don't undo.
Alice was trying to teach Pincher to beg; but he has too much sense when he knows you've got nothing in your hands, and the rest of us were roasting potatoes under the fire.

We had made a fire on purpose, though it was rather warm.

They are very good if you cut away the burnt parts--but you ought to wash them first, or you are a dirty boy.
'Well, what can we do ?' said Dicky.

'You are so fond of saying "Let's do something!" and never saying what.' 'We can't try the advertisement yet.