How long the road seems to-night! Shall we ever be at home ?" "We are almost there.

See, that is your own acacia-tree." "I am so glad.

Don't turn up the lane.

I can run up there perfectly well by myself." "Indeed you will not.

Sit still, if you please." "How tiresome you are, Maurice! You treat me just as if I were a baby." "Do I?
A bad habit, I suppose.