She's got no legs." "Come over here and look at this tulip." "There's a much better sort of girl next door," Tristram continued, unheeding.
"What do you know about her ?" sharply inquired his guardian.
"Oh, I see her often at the top window, and sometimes out walking.
Nurse says we're not to speak, so we put out our tongues at each other." "Tristram, come over here and look--" "She's got funny curls, and puts her doll to bed in the window-seat every night.

I like that sort of girl.

When I grow up," the young bashaw proceeded, "I shall have lots of that sort of girl all over the garden, instead of these wooden things." Captain Barker treated this Oriental day-dream with silence.
"Dad--why am I worth more than all the girls in the world ?" "Who said you were ?" "Nurse.

She says you think so.

She says the big man next door would give his eyes to have a boy like me; but he can't make nothing of a girl, and don't try.