You despise my velvet jacket!" "It does not--" Grizel began, and stopped.
"It is not in keeping with my doleful countenance," said Tommy, candidly; "that was what you were to say.

Let me tell you a secret, Grizel: I wear it to spite my face.

Sha'n't give up my velvet jacket for anybody, Grizel; not even for you." He was in gay spirits, because he knew she liked him again; and she saw that was the reason, and it warmed her.

She was least able to resist Tommy when he was most a boy, and it was actually watchful Grizel who proposed that he and she and Elspeth should revisit the Den together.

How often since the days of their childhood had Grizel wandered it alone, thinking of those dear times, making up her mind that if ever Tommy asked her to go into the Den again with him she would not go, the place was so much sweeter to her than it could be to him.