"Now, Olly, let me just put you on the top of it to finish it off.

How you would fizz!" Off ran Olly, with his father after him, and they had a romp among the heather till Mr.Norton caught him, and carried him kicking and laughing under his arm to Aunt Emma.
"Now, Aunt Emma, shall I put him on ?" "Oh dear, no!" said Aunt Emma, "my kettle wouldn't sit straight on him, and it's just boiling beautifully.

We'll put him on presently when the fire gets low." "Olly, do come and help mother and me with the tea-things," cried Milly, who was laying the cloth as busily and gravely as a little housemaid.
"Run along, shrimp," said his father, setting him down.
And off ran Olly, while Mr.Norton and Aunt Emma heaped the wood on the fire, and kept the kettle straight, so that it shouldn't tip over and spill.
Laying the cloth was delightful, Milly thought.

First of all, they put a heavy stone on each corner of the cloth to keep it down, and prevent the wind from blowing it up, and then they put the little plates all round, and in the middle two piles of bread and butter and cake.
"But we haven't got any flowers," said Milly, looking at it presently, with a dissatisfied face, "you always have flowers on the table at home, mother." "Why, Milly, have you forgotten your water-lilies; where did you leave them ?" "Down by the water," said Milly.

"Father told me just to put their stalks in the water, and he put a stone to keep them safe.