At last he had the lovely creature in his charge.

It was true that he did not quite know what he was going to do with her, and that even now, in the height of his admiration, he did wish that she would not walk as though she were treading on red-hot ploughshares, and that she could talk a little instead of giving little shivers of apprehension at every step.
"I must say," he thought to himself, "she's rather silly in some ways.
Perhaps it wouldn't be fun to see her always." They turned the corner round a projecting finger of rock, and a new little beach, white and gleaming, lay in front of them.
"Well," said Jeremy, "here we are.

What shall we play ?" There was dead silence.
"We might play pirates," he continued.

"I'll be the pirate, and Mary can sit on that rock until the water comes round her, and Charlotte shall hide in that cave--" There was still silence.

Looking about him, he discovered from his sisters' countenances that they were resolved to lend no kind of assistance, and he then from that deduced the simple fact that his sisters hated Charlotte and were not going to make it pleasant for her in any way if they could help it.