But there were few girls who could touch Grace Harlowe; and he did a series of cartwheels in the snow to emphasize his feelings, to the relief of everybody present, for the silence was becoming uncomfortable.
"Nora," said Anne when they had reached town, "if you'll excuse me I think I'll go home.

I'm a little tired." "I'll take you home, Anne," said David, who had heard her remark.

"I don't feel much like partifying either after this jolt.

Come along, little girl," and he tucked Anne's arm in his and marched her off without another word.
"All my party is leaving before the party," cried Nora in despair.
"No, not all," replied Hippy Wingate.

"There are still a few of us left, and I promise to drink any extra chocolate you may happen to have." "Don't give the animals sweets, Nora," exclaimed Reddy.