I would like to be something handsome.

I don't like that picture." Daisy was silent, and Nora pouted.
"What are you going to be, Daisy ?" said Ella Stanfield.
"I am going to be Priscilla.

No, I don't know whether I am or not; but I am going to be Fortitude, I believe." "That's pretty," said Ella.

"What else?
O, you are going to be the angel, aren't you?
I wonder if that will be pretty.

It will be queer.
Nora, shall you like to be one of the little princes in the Tower?
with that featherbed coming over us?
But we shall not see it, I suppose, because our eyes have got to be shut; but I shall be afraid every minute they will let it fall on us." "My eyes won't be shut," said Nora.
"O, they must.