And I wouldn't go and have tea with that little hussy, if I were you.

She'll burn the good old-fashioned principles out of you, if anything could." "Not later than five, please," Nora called out.

"You shall have muffins, if I can get them." "She's got her eye on you," the old lady chuckled.

"Most dangerous child in London, they all tell me.

You're warned, Andrew." He smiled as he raised her fingers to his lips.
"Is my danger political or otherwise ?" he whispered.
"Otherwise, I should think," was the prompt retort.