"I've a bottle of cunning little pickles, and a box of cheese wafers.

I made some tea, too.

Hurry, or it will be half-past ten before we have time to eat a single thing." "I can't possibly finish studying my Latin to-night," sighed Miriam.
"Every day the lessons seem to get longer.

Miss Arthur hasn't a spark of compassion." "Don't stop to grumble," commanded Elfreda.

"Come along." The half-past ten o'clock bell rang before the fudge was half gone.