"Isn't it nice that they have all gone in?
I have been wanting a good jaw with you.

Really, when we all get together we do drivel sometimes, to keep the ball rolling.

It is like patting up air-balls; and very often they burst, and one realises that an empty, shrivelled little skin is all that is left after most conversations.

Did you ever buy air-balls at Brighton?
Do you remember the wild excitement of seeing the man coming along the parade, with a huge bunch of them--blue, green, red, white, and yellow, all shining in the sun?
And one used to wonder how he ever contrived to pick them all up--I don't know how!--and what would happen if he put them all down.

I always knew exactly which one I wanted, and it was generally on a very inside string and took a long time to disentangle.
And how maddening it was if the grown-ups grew tired of waiting, and walked on with the penny.