But you've only got it thanks to that brute of a boy.

They oughtn't to be allowed to bowl hoops here--" "Oughtn't to be allowed to bowl hoops! My dear Ralph, what nonsense!" "You always say that," he complained; "and it isn't nonsense.

What's the point of having a garden if one can't watch birds in it?
The street does all right for hoops.

And if children can't be trusted in the streets, their mothers should keep them at home." Mary made no answer to this remark, but frowned.
She leant back on the seat and looked about her at the great houses breaking the soft gray-blue sky with their chimneys.
"Ah, well," she said, "London's a fine place to live in.

I believe I could sit and watch people all day long.