Very careful they were not to leave a leg or a hand hanging over one of the holes.

It was very hot--the theatre was a pit of fire.

Every one else had got out.
Jane had to sit on Anthea's lap.
'Home!' said Cyril, and instantly the cool draught from under the nursery door played upon their legs as they sat.

They were all on the carpet still, and the carpet was lying in its proper place on the nursery floor, as calm and unmoved as though it had never been to the theatre or taken part in a fire in its life.
Four long breaths of deep relief were instantly breathed.

The draught which they had never liked before was for the moment quite pleasant.