"Now, Bertie, you needn't pretend you are not at the bottom of it, for I am old enough to know better.

No," as he shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands, "it's not a bit of good doing that.
It doesn't deceive me in the least.

I know you did it, and you're a perfect dear, and it was sweet of you to think of it.

It's the best picnic I ever went to.

And you even thought of tea," catching sight of a small spirit-kettle that sang in a sheltered corner.