The nursery has white walls--it is filled with colour; the fire blazes with a yellow-red gleam that rises and falls across the shining floor.
"I brought him a rattle, Jane, dear," said Mrs.Tunster, shaking in the air a thing of coral and silver.

"He's got several, of course, but I guess you'll go a long way before you find anything cuter." "It's too pretty," said Lady Emily.
"Too lovely," said the Hon.

Mrs.Vavasour.
The Duchess looked down upon her son.

"Isn't he old ?" she said.
"Thousands of years.

You'd think he was laughing at the lot of us." Mrs.Tunster shook her head.