'The toys are Miss Lucy's.

No; I couldn't be responsible for giving you permission to play with them.
No; I couldn't think of troubling Miss Lucy by writing to ask her if you may play with them.

No; I couldn't take upon myself to give you Miss Lucy's address.' For Philip's boredom and his desire had humbled him even to the asking for this.
For two whole days he lived at the Grange, hating it and every one in it; for the servants took their cue from the nurse, and the child felt that in the whole house he had not a friend.

Somehow he had got the idea firmly in his head that this was a time when Helen was not to be bothered about anything; so he wrote to her that he was quite well, thank you, and the park was very pretty and Lucy had lots of nice toys.
He felt very brave and noble, and like a martyr.

And he set his teeth to bear it all.