You've grown such a swell, too.

You can't be the little girl we used to carry on our backs.' 'Dick remembers very well,' she says, and her very voice was ever so much fuller and softer, 'don't you, Dick ?' and she looked into my face as innocent as a child.

'I don't think he could pull me out of the water and carry me up to the cottage now.' 'You tumble in and we'll try,' says Jim; 'first man to keep you for good--eh, Gracey?
It's fine hot weather, and Aileen shall see fair play.' 'You're just as saucy as ever, Jim,' says she, blushing and smiling.

'I see George coming, so I must go and fetch in dinner.

Aileen's going to help me instead of mother.