Let him know that I'll give him his chances, whether that proud lady, his mother, does or not.

Now then, off you go, all three of you.

Kiss me, Matty, my pet.
Well, to be sure, you do look stylish." The three little figures in their somewhat tight shoes toddled down the street.

In the evening they toddled back again.

The brown paper parcel tossed, and somewhat torn, was tucked fiercely under Sophy's arm, and Alice was unaccompanied by any brave son of Mars.
Sophy was the first to enter her expectant mother's presence.
"There, ma," she said, flinging the paper parcel on the table.