"They're my babies still.

The party on Thursday is to be quite a children's affair." Though "Motherkins" might regard the coming festivity as entirely of a juvenile character, the young people took it seriously.

They practised dancing on the polished linoleum of the nursery every evening.

Rona had had her first lessons at The Woodlands, and was making heroic efforts to remember what she had learnt.
"You'll get on all right," Ulyth encouraged her.

"That last was ever so much better; you're dropping into it quite nicely.