"Thank you very much, dear.

It's just the thing I wanted--only too good!" "As if anything could be too good for you!" his sister said tenderly.
"Has Eustace remembered ?" "Oh yes.

Eustace has given me a saddle, but as he didn't think I should want it here, it is to be presented when we get home again." He sat down on the side of the bed, still inspecting the birthday offering.
"Haven't you had anything from anyone else ?" Isabel asked, after a moment.
He shook his head.

"Who else is there to bother about a minnow like me ?" "You're not a minnow, Scott.

And didn't--didn't Basil give you anything ?" Scott's tired eyes looked at her with a sudden fixity.