His eyes were clear and honest as a child's.
"Dad's away," said Dot.

"He was sent for early this morning." "Is he though?
That means a holiday.

What shall we do ?" "I don't know what you will do," said Dot.

"I am going to bake cakes." "I'll come and bake cakes too," said Bertie promptly.

"I'm rather a swell at that.