I didn't see any crater." "Weren't you in the crater ?" "No, I wasn't." "They said you were." "I wasn't.

I was on the back of a big, horrid man, who gave great jumps down the side of an awful mountain, all sand and things, and threw me down at the bottom of it, and--and--disarranged all my hair.
And I was so frightened that I couldn't even cur--cur--cry." Here Minnie sobbed afresh, and Mrs.Willoughby petted her again.
"And you shouldn't tease me so; and it's very unkind in you; and you know I'm not well; and I can't bear to think about it all; and I know you're going to scold me; and you're _always_ scolding me; and you _never_ do what I want you to.

And then people are _always_ coming and saving my life, and I can't bear it any more." "No-o-o-o-o-o, n-n-no-o-o-o, darling!" said Mrs.Willoughby, soothingly, in the tone of a nurse appeasing a fretful child.

"You sha'n't bear it any more." "I don't _want_ them to save me any more." "Well, they sha'n't _do_ it, then," said Mrs.Willoughby, affectionately, in a somewhat maudlin tone.
"And the next time I lose my life, I don't want to be saved.

I want them to let me alone, and I'll come home myself." "And so you shall, darling; you shall do just as you please.