Dorothy, too excited to stand still for a moment, flitted about like a pink fairy.
"I'm to stop up half an hour later than Peter, Rona; do you hear that ?" she chattered.

"Oh, I do hope the Prestons will arrive first of anybody! I want to dance with Willie.

Father let me have a cracker just now, and it's got a whistle inside it.

I wish I had a pocket.

Where shall I put it to keep it safe?
Oh, I know--inside that vase!" As she spoke, Dorothy jumped lightly on to the seat of the cosy corner that abutted on the fireplace, and reached upwards to drop her whistle inside the ornament.