"Yes, yes; go on!" "Well, you are! And you're so--so reliable; like Faithful John in the fairy story.

You're different from anyone else I know.

You're a good boy; when you are grown up you shall have a yoke of oxen, over and above your wages." "This is very gratifying indeed," observed Pringle.

"But--a sweetly solemn thought comes to me.

You were going to tell me about another boy--the onliest little boy ?" "He's not a boy," said Stella, flushing hotly.