I remember Mother teaching me and Dora that, when we were quite little.
I wish everybody's parents would teach them this useful lesson, and the same about orange peel.
When we'd eaten everything there was, Alice whispered-- 'I see the white witch bear yonder among the trees! Let's track it and slay it in its lair.' 'I am the bear,' said Noel; so he crept away, and we followed him among the trees.

Often the witch bear was out of sight, and then you didn't know where it would jump out from; but sometimes we saw it, and just followed.
'When we catch it there'll be a great fight,' said Oswald; 'and I shall be Count Folko of Mont Faucon.' 'I'll be Gabrielle,' said Dora.

She is the only one of us who likes doing girl's parts.
'I'll be Sintram,' said Alice; 'and H.O.can be the Little Master.' 'What about Dicky ?' 'Oh, I can be the Pilgrim with the bones.' 'Hist!' whispered Alice.

'See his white fairy fur gleaming amid yonder covert!' And I saw a bit of white too.

It was Noel's collar, and it had come undone at the back.
We hunted the bear in and out of the trees, and then we lost him altogether; and suddenly we found the wall of the Park--in a place where I'm sure there wasn't a wall before.