You'd better have it, that's all.
And don't go on crying, or your mother will think I made you.

What's there to cry about?
No one will eat you." "It's stealing." "I dare say it belongs to you, and, anyway, it will when your mother dies, so what _does_ it matter?
You _are_ a baby!" After Mary's departure Sarah sat for a long while alone in her nursery.
She thought to herself: "Mary will be going home now and she'll be snuffling to herself all the way back, and she won't tell the nurse anything, I know that.

Now she's in the hall.

She's upstairs now, having her things taken off.

She's stopped crying, but her eyes and nose are red.