Don't thee be cross with the poor lad.

He hesn't found life very pleasant so far and now that a bit of pleasure comes into it, he's right to make the most of it." "All shall be as you wish, mother.

Will you meet them tomorrow afternoon ?" "Nay, I know better.

Lucy will be worn out, dusty and hungry, and she'll thank nobody for bothering her, until she is rested.

I'll go early next morning.