You want your breakfast, I suppose, no matter what's happened ?' 'No, I don't,' said Philip, with extreme truth.

'I want to know what _has_ happened ?' 'Miss Lucy's lost,' said the cook heavily, 'that's what's happened.

So now you know.

You run along and play, like a good little boy, and don't make extry trouble for us in the trouble we're in.' 'Lost ?' repeated Philip.
'Yes, lost.

I expect you're glad,' said the nurse, 'the way you treated her.