Why, it's the end of September already.

It's like looking for a needle in--' 'A bottle of hay--I know,' interrupted Robert; 'but if we don't go on doing that, what ARE we to do ?' 'That's just it,' said Cyril in mysterious accents.

'Oh, BOTHER!' Old Nurse had come in with the tray of knives, forks, and glasses, and was getting the tablecloth and table-napkins out of the chiffonier drawer.
'It's always meal-times just when you come to anything interesting.' 'And a nice interesting handful YOU'D be, Master Cyril,' said old Nurse, 'if I wasn't to bring your meals up to time.

Don't you begin grumbling now, fear you get something to grumble AT.' 'I wasn't grumbling,' said Cyril quite untruly; 'but it does always happen like that.' 'You deserve to HAVE something happen,' said old Nurse.

'Slave, slave, slave for you day and night, and never a word of thanks.