"She takes away my bread and butter when I'm not looking, and I don't like it, not a bit." "No, Olly dear, she shan't," said Milly, taking his hand and fondling it, as if she were at least twenty years older.

"I'll sit on one side of you and Becky on the other," a prospect with which Olly was apparently satisfied, for he made no more objections.
"Well, you must ask Mrs.Backhouse yourselves," said Mrs.Norton.

"And if it is her washing-day, or inconvenient to her at all, you mustn't think of going, you know." So early next morning, Milly and Nana and Olly went up to the farm, and came back with the answer that Mrs.Backhouse would be very pleased to see them at tea on Thursday, the 15th, and that John Backhouse would have cut the hay-field by the river by then, and they could have a romp in the hay afterwards.
Wednesday was a deeply interesting day to Olly.

He and his mother went over by themselves to Wanwick, and they bought something which the shopwoman at the toy-shop wrapped up in a neat little parcel, and which Olly carried home, looking as important as a little king.
"Milly," he began at dinner, "_wouldn't_ you like to know about your presents?
But of course I shan't tell you about mine.

Perhaps I'm not going to give you one at all.