Not that we need regret them if they are all to be as lively as this one.

Still--" She helped herself to a jam-puff, and offered the dish to Peter, with an engaging smile.

He helped himself absently.
"I don't deny I am fond of taking meals in the open air, and more especially on the top of the moor," said Sarah, with a sigh of content.
"What has she come for ?" said Peter.
"I shall be better able to tell you when I have seen her." "Don't you know ?" "I can pretty well guess.

She's going to forgive me, for one thing.
Then she'll tell me that I don't deserve my good luck, but that Lord Avonwick is so patient and so long-suffering, that he's accepted her assurance that I don't know my own mind (and I'm not sure I do), and he's going to give me one more chance to become Lady Avonwick, though I was so foolish as to say 'No' to his last offer." "You didn't say 'No' to _my_ last offer!" cried Peter.
"I don't believe an offer of marriage is even legal before you're one-and-twenty," said Miss Sarah, derisively.

"What did it matter what I said?
Haven't I told you I was only playing ?" "You may tell me so a thousand times," said Peter, doggedly, "but I shall never believe you until I see you actually married to somebody else.".