Albert's uncle did not come back for a long while.
We did not keep the bread-and-butter on the wing all that time, of course, and we thought we might as well finish the raspberries and white currants.

We kept some for Albert's uncle, of course, and they were the best ones too but when he came back he did not notice our thoughtful unselfishness.
He came in, and his face wore the look that means bed, and very likely no supper.
He spoke, and it was the calmness of white-hot iron, which is something like the calmness of despair.

He said-- 'You have done it again.

What on earth possessed you to make a dam ?' 'We were being beavers,' said H.O., in proud tones.

He did not see as we did where Albert's uncle's tone pointed to.
'No doubt,' said Albert's uncle, rubbing his hands through his hair.