Then, lighted by a bicycle lamp, they trooped off to the shed to twist wire round the candles for holders.

They clustered round the bench.
"I say," said Julia, "doesn't Cyril look like a pilot on a stormy night! Oh, I say--!" and she went into one of her hurried laughs.
They all looked at Cyril Scott, who was standing sheepishly in the background, in a very large overcoat, smoking a large pipe.

The young man was uncomfortable, but assumed a stoic air of philosophic indifference.
Soon they were busy round a prickly fir-tree at the end of the lawn.

Jim stood in the background vaguely staring.

The bicycle lamp sent a beam of strong white light deep into the uncanny foliage, heads clustered and hands worked.