With bated breath he hastened back to the sheep-house.
The others turned on him, full of reproaches about the meal-worms and Dora, but he answered without anger.
'Shut up,' he said in a whisper of imperial command.

'Can't you see it's GONE TO SLEEP ?' As exhausted as if they had all taken part in all the events of a very long Athletic Sports, the youthful Bastables and their friends dragged their weary limbs back across the fields.

Oswald was compelled to go on holding the titled infant, for fear it should wake up if it changed hands, and begin to yell again.

Dora's flannelette petticoat had been got off somehow--how I do not seek to inquire--and the Secret was covered with it.

The others surrounded Oswald as much as possible, with a view to concealment if we met Mrs Pettigrew.