I liked you from the first." "Ah! But really ?" he said.
"Yes, really; and so did Cinders.

He always knows when people are nice.
We shall miss you quite a lot when we go home." "Quite a lot!" Bertrand repeated the phrase musingly as if questioning with himself how much it might mean.
"Yes," she went on, "we were so lonely till you came." She broke off to yawn.

"Do you know, I'm beginning to get sleepy.

Is it the spell, do you think, or only the dark ?" "It is not the spell," he said, with conviction.
"No ?" She moved uneasily.

"I'm not very comfy," she remarked.