One would lie out under the trees at night and be towed down the river by day, and if we saw anythin' nice we'd shout out and tell 'em to stop." She rose and began piercing the bed again and again with a long golden pin, as she watched to see what effect her suggestion had upon Rachel.
"We must make up a party," she went on.

"Ten people could hire a launch.
Now you'll come, and Mrs.Ambrose'll come, and will Mr.Hirst and t'other gentleman come?
Where's a pencil ?" She became more and more determined and excited as she evolved her plan.
She sat on the edge of the bed and wrote down a list of surnames, which she invariably spelt wrong.

Rachel was enthusiastic, for indeed the idea was immeasurably delightful to her.

She had always had a great desire to see the river, and the name of Terence threw a lustre over the prospect, which made it almost too good to come true.

She did what she could to help Mrs.Flushing by suggesting names, helping her to spell them, and counting up the days of the week upon her fingers.