I wish we hadn't come.

I want to go home.

Oh! what a dreadful thing to happen to dear little dogs.' 'Brenda,' said Lucy firmly, 'if you don't stop whining you shan't have any cocoa.' Brenda stopped at once and wagged her tail appealingly.
'Cocoa ?' she said, 'did any one say cocoa?
My nerves are so delicate.

I know I'm a trial, dear Max, it's no use your pretending I'm not, but there is nothing like cocoa for the nerves.

Plenty of sugar, please, dear Lucy.