You must be friends." "Yes," said Charlotte, without moving.

Then Jeremy tumbled into the stern gaze of Mr.Le Page who, arrayed as he was in a very smart suit of the whitest flannels, looked with his black beard and fierce black eyebrows like a pirate king disguised.
"How are you ?" said Mr.Le Page in a deep bass voice.
"Very well, thank you," said Jeremy.
To tell the truth, Mrs.Cole's heart sadly misgave her when she saw the Le Page family all sitting up so new and so bright in their new and bright carriage.

She thought of the simple preparations that had been made--the pasties, the saffron buns and the ginger beer; she looked around her at the very plain but useful garments worn by her family, her husband in faded grey flannel trousers and a cricketing shirt, Helen and Mary in the simplest blue cotton, and Jeremy in his two-year-old sailor suit.

She had intended to bring their bathing things in a bundle, but now she put them aside.

It was obvious that the Le Pages had no intention of bathing.