And I don't like it.

I quite thought this would be one of our red-letter days.

Look up, I say! I believe you're crying." Nan was not crying, but such was the concern in his voice that she raised her head and smiled to reassure him.
"You're very, very good to me, Jerry," she said earnestly.

"And oh, I do hope I haven't got you into trouble!" "Don't you worry your head about me," said Jerry cheerfully.

"You're tired out, you know.