At first the horizon had been limited by physical incapacity, then the third year had been rainy, and the fourth--ah, the fourth! There had been very little the matter with that! But this would be better yet.

For one thing, there had never been such a summer as this year was providing--a little rain at night, a little breeze at the hottest hour of the day--everything arranged on purpose for Jeremy's comfort.

And then, although he did not know it, this was to be truly the wonderful summer for him, because after this he would be a schoolboy and, as is well known, schoolboys believe in nothing save what they can see with their own eyes and are told by other boys physically stronger than themselves.
Five or six days before the great departure he began to worry himself about his box.

Two years ago he had been given a little imitation green canvas luggage box exactly like his father's, except that this one was light enough to carry in one's hand.

Jeremy adored this box and would have taken it out with him, had he been permitted, on all his walks, but he had a way of filling it with heavy stones and then asking Miss Jones to carry it for him; it had therefore been forbidden.
But he would, of course, take it with him to Cow Farm, and it should contain all the things that he loved best.