But the time went slowly, slowly.
"I do wish there was something to read," said Peter.

"I've read all our books fifty times over." "I'll go to the Doctor's," said Phyllis; "he's sure to have some." "Only about how to be ill, and about people's nasty insides, I expect," said Peter.
"Perks has a whole heap of Magazines that came out of trains when people are tired of them," said Bobbie.

"I'll run down and ask him." So the girls went their two ways.
Bobbie found Perks busy cleaning lamps.
"And how's the young gent ?" said he.
"Better, thanks," said Bobbie, "but he's most frightfully bored.

I came to ask if you'd got any Magazines you could lend him." "There, now," said Perks, regretfully, rubbing his ear with a black and oily lump of cotton waste, "why didn't I think of that, now?
I was trying to think of something as 'ud amuse him only this morning, and I couldn't think of anything better than a guinea-pig.

And a young chap I know's going to fetch that over for him this tea-time." "How lovely! A real live guinea! He will be pleased.