Diana and I are going to build a playhouse in Mr.
William Bell's birch grove tomorrow.

Can I have those broken pieces of china that are out in the woodshed?
Diana's birthday is in February and mine is in March.

Don't you think that is a very strange coincidence?
Diana is going to lend me a book to read.

She says it's perfectly splendid and tremendously exciting.

She's going to show me a place back in the woods where rice lilies grow.