Still, there must be SOME interesting things that are not wrong.' 'I suppose so,' Oswald said, 'but being good is so much like being a muff, generally.

Anyhow I'm not going to smooth the pillows of the sick, or read to the aged poor, or any rot out of Ministering Children.' 'No more am I,' Dicky said.

He was chewing a straw like the head had in its mouth, 'but I suppose we must play the game fair.

Let's begin by looking out for something useful to do--something like mending things or cleaning them, not just showing off.' 'The boys in books chop kindling wood and save their pennies to buy tea and tracts.' 'Little beasts!' said Dick.

'I say, let's talk about something else.' And Oswald was glad to, for he was beginning to feel jolly uncomfortable.
We were all rather quiet at tea, and afterwards Oswald played draughts with Daisy and the others yawned.