So we held a council.

Dora was in the chair--the big dining-room chair, that we let the fireworks off from, the Fifth of November when we had the measles and couldn't do it in the garden.

The hole has never been mended, so now we have that chair in the nursery, and I think it was cheap at the blowing-up we boys got when the hole was burnt.
'We must do something,' said Alice, 'because the exchequer is empty.' She rattled the money-box as she spoke, and it really did rattle because we always keep the bad sixpence in it for luck.
'Yes--but what shall we do ?' said Dicky.

'It's so jolly easy to say let's do _something_.' Dicky always wants everything settled exactly.
Father calls him the Definite Article.
'Let's read all the books again.

We shall get lots of ideas out of them.' It was Noel who suggested this, but we made him shut up, because we knew well enough he only wanted to get back to his old books.