We can do without you, me and Alf." Burton still held the box in his hand.
"I suppose," he ventured slowly, "I couldn't persuade you to take one ?" Ellen rose to her feet.

She threw the scarf around her neck, buttoned her gloves, and shook out her skirt.

She picked up the satchel which she had been carrying and prepared to depart.
"If you say anything more to me about your beastly beans," she said, "I'll lose my temper, and that's straight.

Can you tell me how to bring little Alf to himself again?
That's all I want to know." "Time will do that, unfortunately," Burton assured her.

"Where is he this afternoon?
"It's his half-holiday," Ellen replied, in a tone of disgust, "and where do you think he's gone?
Gone to a museum to look at some statues! The schoolmaster called for him.