"Of course there ARE other things.

If it were you, now, we'd only have to hunt up the special thing you happened to be collecting at the time, and that would be it: a snake, a lizard, a toad, or maybe a butterfly.

You know you were always lugging those things home when you were his age." "Yes, I know," sighed William.

"But I can't think it's anything like that," he finished, as he turned away.
There was very little done in the Beacon Street house that day but to "get ready for Billy." In the kitchen Dong Ling cooked.

Everywhere else, except in Cyril's domain, Pete dusted and swept and "puttered" to his heart's content.