Then I was in the black books in a second." Dick would not hear of it.
"You were never in the black books at all, Stella," he said, comforting her as well as he could.

"We knew that there would be a little struggle, didn't we?
But the worst of that's over.

You make friends daily." "Not with your father, Dick.

I go back with him.

Ever since that night--it's three weeks ago now--when you took me home from Little Beeding." "No," cried Dick, but Stella nodded her head gloomily.
"Mr.Pettifer dined here that night.