Of course a dove's nest was never deep, and round, and green, and the bird didn't have red eyes and a black bill.

I thought whoever could blow glass as beautifully as that, might just as easy have made it right while he was at it; but anyway, it was pretty.

There were pitchers, mugs, and vases, almost too delicate to touch, and the cloth-covered box with braids of hair coiled in wreaths from the heads of the little fever and whooping cough sisters.
Laddie asked Sally if she and Peter were going to have the ceremony performed while they sat on the sofa.

Seemed the right place.

They had done all their courting there, even on hot summer days; but I supposed that was because Sally didn't want to be seen fixing Peter's tie until she was ready.