Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast.

The very idea made one shudder.

All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking their fingers with that absorbed inward look that only comes from whipped cream.
"Let's go into the garden, out by the back way," suggested Laura.

"I want to see how the men are getting on with the marquee.

They're such awfully nice men." But the back door was blocked by cook, Sadie, Godber's man and Hans.
Something had happened.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk," clucked cook like an agitated hen.