Look." "What at ?" "Two swallow-tail butterflies.

Let's have them." "Shan't.

I'm not going to make myself red-hot running after them if we're going out in the boat.

Besides, we haven't got any of your father's pill boxes to put 'em in.

I say, how the things do grow down here! Look at that fern and the bracken." "Yes, and the old foxgloves.