He was the best brother in the world, and the very dearest.
Phil went up with them when they reached the entrance to the flats.

He could not stay long, he said, but he must see the contents of that bandbox.

The air of the studio was heavy with the fragrance of the Easter lilies, and he went about opening windows at Joyce's direction, while she and the other girls unwound themselves from the veils in which they had been wrapped, and put a few smoothing touches to their wind-blown hair.

Joyce was the first to come back to the studio.

She carried a letter which she had picked up in the hall.
"This seems to be a day for letters," she remarked.