'We needn't go out to do them; we can just move back the table, and let them off on the old tea-tray we play toboggans with.

I don't know what YOU think, but _I_ think it's time we did something, and that would be really useful; because then we shouldn't just HOPE the fireworks would make those Prossers sit up--we should KNOW.' 'It WOULD be something to do,' Cyril owned with languid approval.
So the table was moved back.

And then the hole in the carpet, that had been near the window till the carpet was turned round, showed most awfully.

But Anthea stole out on tip-toe, and got the tray when cook wasn't looking, and brought it in and put it over the hole.
Then all the fireworks were put on the table, and each of the four children shut its eyes very tight and put out its hand and grasped something.

Robert took a cracker, Cyril and Anthea had Roman candles; but Jane's fat paw closed on the gem of the whole collection, the Jack-in-the-box that had cost two shillings, and one at least of the party--I will not say which, because it was sorry afterwards--declared that Jane had done it on purpose.