She said he wasn't such a flat as to believe all that bosh.

But as she spoke there came a great blast of wind through the arch, and set the barrel rolling.

So they made haste to get out of it, for they had no notion of being rolled over and over as if they had been packed tight and wouldn't hurt, like a barrel of herrings.
"I thought we should have had a sleep," said Diamond; "but I can't say I'm very sleepy after all.

Come, let's go on again." They wandered on and on, sometimes sitting on a door-step, but always turning into lanes or fields when they had a chance.
They found themselves at last on a rising ground that sloped rather steeply on the other side.

It was a waste kind of spot below, bounded by an irregular wall, with a few doors in it.