Rivers are very cold to bathe in, and those pretty stones at the bottom won't feel at all nice to your little toes." "Oh, but, father," interrupted Milly, "we could put on our sand shoes." "And wouldn't we splash!" said Olly.

"Nurse won't let us splash in our bath, father, she says it makes a mess.

I'm sure it doesn't make a _great_ mess." "What do you know about it, shrimp ?" said Mr.Norton, "you don't have to tidy up.

Hush, isn't that mother calling?
Let's go and fetch her, and then we'll go and see Uncle Richard's farm, where the milk you had for breakfast came from.

There are three children there, Milly, besides cows and pigs, and ducks and chickens." Back ran Milly and Olly, and there was mother watching for them with a basket on her arm which had already got some roses lying in it.
"Oh, mother! where did you get those roses ?" cried Milly.
"Wheeler, the gardener, gave them to me.