"There's no time to lose.

See what a funny grain this is!" she cried, picking up one that lay on the top of the dish.

"It looks like Therese, the fish woman, in her white cap." "And here is a goat's head," said Jules, picking up another grain.

"And this one looks like a fat pigeon." He had forgotten his shyness entirely now, and was laughing and talking as easily as Jack could have done.
"Jules," said Joyce, suddenly, looking around to see that the older people were too busy with their own conversation to notice hers.

"Jules, why don't you talk to your Uncle Martin the way you do to me?
He would like you lots better if you would.