You're always telling secrets." "Well, just half, Milly, I won't tell it all you know.

It's just like something burning inside my mouth.

We're going to make you something, Becky, when we get home.

Something be--ootiful, you know.

And you can look at it in bed, and we won't make it big, so you can turn over the pages, and--" "Be quiet, Olly," said Milly, "I should think Becky'll guess now.