I just came sitting on the grass quite comfortably.

And I tried to get to Connolly's, and I didn't want Jocko to be hurt." "It isn't the least use talking to you," said Nancy; "but I've another punishment for you.

I've been talking to Madam about your practising, and you've got to begin to it.

I told her you'd be forgettin' all your music, and she said you'd betther go to it afther breakfast this very mornin'." Now if there was one thing in the world that Terry hated it was her "practising".

To sit hammering out five-finger exercises on a piano in a lonely room, making a dreary, monotonous noise, trying to turn in her fingers and thumbs at the right places, and doing the same thing over and over again, while the hands of the clock crept slowly round; all this meant a penance which was torture to the active little creature.
However, Terry accepted her sentence in silence.