Can't you stop crying?
Shall I put the door-key down your back ?' 'That's for noses,' said Anthea, 'and I'm not a kid any more than you are,' but she laughed a little, and her mouth began to get back into its proper shape.

You know what an odd shape your mouth gets into when you cry in earnest.
'Look here,' said Cyril, working the soap round and round between his hands in a thick slime of grey soapsuds.

'I've been thinking.

We've only just PLAYED with the Amulet so far.

We've got to work it now--WORK it for all it's worth.