Courage, courage! That's the finest of all the virtues! I dare say Jim will be here for two or three weeks yet." For what was left of the evening Peter was so angelic that Bobbie feared he was going to be ill.

She was quite relieved in the morning to find him plaiting Phyllis's hair on to the back of her chair in quite his old manner.
It was soon after breakfast that a knock came at the door.

The children were hard at work cleaning the brass candlesticks in honour of Jim's visit.
"That'll be the Doctor," said Mother; "I'll go.

Shut the kitchen door--you're not fit to be seen." But it wasn't the Doctor.

They knew that by the voice and by the sound of the boots that went upstairs.