"She wouldn't appreciate it, and it is a pity to spoil your bracelet." She glanced up at him with a little flash in her blue eyes, as a vigorous twist broke the little gold piece from its chain.
"She shall have it.

There, see how she is smiling.

I have enjoyed it, and I am glad to have you have it.

Now, you can get your candy.
Now, kiss me." Somehow, the phrase and the tone brought back to Keith a hill-top overlooking an English village, and a blue lake below, set like a mirror among the green hills.

A little girl in white, with brown eyes, was handing a doll to another child even more grimy than this one.