My papa is a cannibal king; it certainly isn’t every child who has such as stylish papa. And as soon as my papa has built himself a boat he will come and get me, and I’ll be a cannibal princess. Heigh-ho, won’t that be exciting? (Chapter 1)

You are cowards. Five of you attacking one boy! That’s cowardly. Then you begin to push a helpless little girl around. Oh, how mean! (Chapter 2)

Oh, I can answer all right. I’ll answer like this: ‘If you are so bound and determined to find out what the capital of Portugal is, then, for goodness’ sakes, write directly to Portugal and ask. (Chapter 3)

In four months it will be Christmas, and then you’ll have Christmas vacation. But I, what’ll I get? No Christmas vacation, not even the tiniest bit of a Christmas vacation. Something will have to be done about that... (Chapter 4)