Come along, Olly.

Tiza won't come down Becky says." "She's a very rude girl," said Olly, who was rather hot and tired with his game, and didn't think it was all fun that Tiza should always hit him and he should never be able to hit Tiza.

"I won't sit next her when she comes to tea with us." "Tiza's only in fun," said Becky, "she's always like that.

Tiza, are you coming down?
I am going to get baby out, I heard him crying just now." "May you take baby out all by yourself ?" asked Milly.
"Why, I always take him out, and I put him to sleep at nights; and mother says he won't go to sleep for anybody as quick as for me," said Becky proudly.
Milly felt a good deal puzzled.

It _must_ be funny to have no Nana.
"Will you and he," said Becky, pointing to Olly, "come up this afternoon and help us call the cows ?" "If we may," said Milly; "who calls them ?" "Tiza and I," answered Becky; "when I'm a big girl I shall learn how to milk, but fayther says I'm too little yet." "I wish I lived at a farm," said Milly disconsolately.
Becky didn't quite know what to say to this, so she began to call Tiza again.
"Swish!" went something past them as quick as lightning.