"But still not quite good enough.

The f's, look, should be more like this." And taking a steel pen she made several long-tailed f's, in a tiny, pointed hand.
Tilly yielded an ungrudging admiration.

"'Ow well you do it, Poll! But I HATE writing.

If only ma weren't so set on it!" "You'll never be able to write yourself to a certain person, 'oos name I won't mention, if you don't 'urry up and learn," said Jinny, looking sage.
"What's the odds! We've always got Poll to write for us," gave back Tilly, and lazily stretched out a large, plump hand to recover the copybook.

"A certain person'll never know--or not till it's too late." "Here, Polly dear," said Jinny, and held out a book.