We all want her all the time.

But I want her now most dreadfully, awfully much.

I never wanted anything so much.

That Imogen child--the way the ancient British Queen cuddled her up! And Imogen wasn't me, and the Queen was Mother.

And then her letter this morning! And about The Lamb liking the salt bathing! And she bathed him in this very bath the night before she went away--oh, oh, oh!' Cyril thumped her on the back.
'Cheer up,' he said.