Are you happy to be with me ?" Boots sat on the bedside, the feverish little head in his arms, and Nina was a trifle surprised to see how seriously he took it.
"Boots," she said, "you look as though your last hour had come.

Are you letting that very bad child frighten you?
Drina, dear, mother doesn't mean to be horrid, but you're too old to whine.

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