“this dire emergency, to meet only the beautiful eyes of perfect strangers, instead of the merry, friendly, commonplace, twinkling, jolly little eyes of its own brothers and sisters. “This is most truly awful,” said Cyril when he had tried to lift up the Lamb, and the Lamb had scratched like a cat and bellowed like a bull. “We’ve got to make friends with him! I can’t carry him home screaming like that. Fancy having to make friends with our own baby!—it’s too silly.” That, however, was exactly what they had to do. It took over an hour, and the task was not rendered”
“We haven’t really got anything worth having for our wishes.′
‘We’ve had things happening,’ said Robert; ‘that’s always something.’
‘It’s not enough, unless they’re the right things,’ said Cyril firmly.”