That you're always our stand-by.

It's Rob who gets up the rides and picnics, and comes over and stirs us out of our laziness by making us go fishing and walking and tennis-playing.

I'm afraid we'll simply go into our shells and stay there after you go." "Ah, ha! You do me proud," he answered, with a mocking sweep of his hat.
"'Tis sweet to be valued at one's true worth.

Don't think for a moment that I would leave you to pine on the stem if I could have my own way.
But I'm my mother's angel baby-boy.

She and daddy think that grandfather's health demands a change of air, and they are loath to leave me behind.