Where may I sit?
But I can't use a quill, dear boy.' 'Miss Redwing!' 'Oh, I forgot myself.

Have you a nice, fine point, not too hard ?' 'Let me see.' Wilfrid unlocked one of the drawers in his desk.

As he drew it out, Beatrice stole to him, and peeped into the drawer.
'How neat, Wilfrid!' she exclaimed.

'What a pretty pocket-book that is lying there.

Do let me look at it.' It was a morocco case, with an elastic band round it.