I've got to put away childish things; so I'm going to cover her right up and never see her face again.

Oh! oh!" She began to sob as if her heart would break.
"I wouldn't cry if I were you.

I didn't cry just now when I tumbled off the flower-pot." "You don't know what it is to be a mother." "No, but I can dig ever so much better than you.

Look here.
I've got a spade of my own, and I'll show you how to dig properly, if you like." He ran off and returned with it in less than a minute.

In another minute they were engrossed in the burial rites, the girl still playing at tragedy, but enjoying herself immensely.
"We must read something over the remains," she announced.
"Why ?" "Because it's always done, unless the dead person is buried with a stake through his inside." "Then we'd better take her out again and put a stake through her; because I can't read." "Haven't you begun to learn yet ?" "No." "Well," said Sophia, picking up the Euclid, "you can hold a corner of the book and listen to what I read, and perhaps you can repeat some of it after me, you contemptible boy." They were standing over the doll's grave, side by side, and chanting in antiphon the fourth proposition of the First Book of Euclid, when Captain Runacles came round the corner of the house and halted to rub his eyes.
At the sound of his footstep on the gravel Sophia snatched the book from Tristram and looked desperately round.