Mary could not be expected to transfer her allegiance from Jeremy, and then Barbara was frightened at her spectacles; Jeremy, having Hamlet, did not need a baby! There came a fine hot morning towards the end of July when Miss Jones said, suddenly, in the middle of the history lesson: "Saturday week we go to Rafiel." Jeremy choked, kicked Mary under the table, and was generally impossible during the rest of the morning.

It was Miss Jones's fault; she should have chosen her occasion more carefully.

Before the evening Jeremy was standing in the corner for drawing on his bedroom wall-paper enormous figures in the blackest of black lead.

These were to mark the days that remained before Saturday week, and it was, Jeremy maintained, a perfectly natural thing to do and didn't hurt the old wall-paper which was dirty enough anyway, and Mother had said, long ago, he should have a new one.
Meanwhile, impossible to describe what Jeremy felt about it.

Each year Cow Farm and Rafiel had grown more wonderful; this was now the fifth that would welcome them there.