He's so ferocious." "Isn't he?
Oh, won't _you_ play with us, Mother?
I'll--I'll let you be Mrs.Fatima." And then, as her mother's face showed signs of doubt as to her histrionic ability, "If you were _my_ little girl, I'd do it in a minute." "All right, dear, of course I will; but I've just remembered a bit of lace in your grandmother's trunk in the attic.

I believe it will be exactly enough for the neck and sleeves of your new dress." She smiled courageously as she folded a piece of old silk she was remaking.

"You and--" she cast a glance at Sally Ann--"your respected brother-in-law can wait a few moments, can't you?
You might rehearse a little more.
With all this important audience of solemn oaks you wouldn't want to make the slightest slip in your parts." "That's so," agreed Virgie, raising her hands and clasping her tiny fingers thoughtfully.

"And I'll tell you what--we'll mark off the castle walls around the bench where the window's going to be.

We ought to have a stage.