It was the only decent chair in the nursery.

Into the place where the wicker, yielding to rude and impulsive pressure, had fallen away, one's body might be most happily fitted.

It was of exactly the right height; it made the handsomest creaking noises when one rocked in it--and, in any case, Helen was only a girl.
But the sense of his triumph had not yet fully descended upon him.

As he sat up in bed, yawning, with a tickle in the middle of his back and his throat very dry; he was disappointingly aware that he was still the same Jeremy of yesterday.

He did not know what it was exactly that he had expected, but he did not feel at present that confident proud glory for which he had been prepared.