Do you think Aunt Emma would make me a set if I asked her ?" "I can't say, Milly.

But I believe Aunt Emma's fingers are just as quick as ever they were.

Now, children, father says he will take you out while I go and speak to cook.

Olly, how do you think we're going to get any meat for you and Milly here?
There are no shops on the mountains." "Then we'll eat fisses, little fisses like those!" cried Olly, pointing to a plate of tiny red-spotted fish that father and mother had been having for breakfast.
"Thank you, Olly," said Mr.Norton, laughing; "it would cost a good deal to keep you in trout, sir.

I think we'll try for some plain mutton for you, even if we have to catch the sheep on the mountains ourselves.