Just now we'll do the best we can.

Come along." Virgie got down from the wall and pattered up to the fire.
"Is it ready yet ?" she asked with the perfect directness of seven years.
"In a minute now.

Ah-hah! There she goes." He took the pot from the fire and set it down on a rock where, presently, he brought a cupful of cold water to pour in.
"Is that to settle it ?" she asked of her father.
"Yes, child--and I wish all our questions were as easily cleared up.
And now--to the attack." "Right-o.

Virgie--pass the beautiful, hand painted china and let's fill up.

This one for your daddy--you can put the sugar in.