I wish I could show you her letter, but, of course, I mustn't.

It's very amusing.

They had quarrelled about every conceivable thing--all but one, and this came up at last.

They were talking about meals, and Mr.Dally said that he liked a bloater for breakfast every morning.

'A bloater!' cried Patty.
'Then I hope you won't ask me to cook it for you.