Master Cheese cast an inquisitive look at the tea-table, hoping he should see something tempting upon it; eating good things forming the pleasantest portion of that young gentleman's life.
"Take this seat, Mr.Jan," said Miss Amilly, drawing a chair forward next her own.

"Master Cheese, have the kindness to move a little round: Mr.Jan can't see the fire if you sit there." "I don't want to see it," said literal Jan.

"I'm not cold." And Master Cheese took the opportunity which the words gave to remain where he was.
He liked to sit in warmth with his back to the fire.
"I cannot think where papa is," said Miss Deborah.

"Mr.Lionel, is it of any use asking you to take a cup of tea ?" "Thank you, I am going home to dinner," replied Lionel.

"Dr.West is coming in now," he added, perceiving that gentleman's approach from the window.
"Miss Amilly," asked Jan, "have you been at the castor oil ?" Poor Miss Amilly turned all the colours of the rainbow; if she had one weakness, it was upon the subject of her diminishing locks.