"George, Nana is a treasure."

"No doubt, but I have an uneasy feeling at times that she
looks upon the children as puppies.

"Oh no, dear one, I feel sure she knows they have souls."

"I wonder," Mr. Darling said thoughtfully, "I wonder." It was
an opportunity, his wife felt, for telling him about the boy. At
first he pooh-poohed the story, but he became thoughtful when she
showed him the shadow.

"It is nobody I know," he said, examining it carefully, "but it
does look a scoundrel."