They looked at it exactly as if it was pretty.
We boys stayed watching them.

There was no amusement left for us now, for Oswald saw that Dora's Secret knocked the bottom out of the perambulator.
When the infant aristocrat had eaten a hearty meal it sat on Alice's lap and played with the amber heart she wears that Albert's uncle brought her from Hastings after the business of the bad sixpence and the nobleness of Oswald.
'Now,' said Dora, 'this is a council, so I want to be business-like.

The Duckums Darling has been stolen away; its wicked stealers have deserted the Precious.

We've got it.

Perhaps its ancestral halls are miles and miles away.