If our friends, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, were only with us, said the Lion, I should be quite happy..
It was a long weary time, for the Boy was too ill to play, and the little Rabbit found it rather dull with nothing to do all day long. But he snuggled down patiently, and looked forward to the time when the Boy should be well again, and they would go out in the garden amongst the flowers and the butterflies and play splendid games in the raspberry thicket like they used to.
... used to say I never should come back to work sweeter ...