You've been so nice to us.

No, no, we won't come in; we don't want to disturb you--just ran along--you've friends, anyway.

Oh, well, if you put it that way ...

we might just sit down for five minutes--if you're sure we're not in the way...." And still making a duet of protest they sank into seats.
A passage had been arranged, with screens between the door and the window-seat, and much traffic went along that way; the screens bumped and bulged and seemed on the point of collapsing, while smothered giggles were frequent.
At last the curtains were jerked apart, and revealed what seemed to be a funeral pyre.

Branches were piled on the window-seat, and on the top, wrapped in an eiderdown quilt, with a laurel wreath bound round his head, lay David.