Then she explained the reed thing in the river that she had taken the fish out of.

It was a fish-trap--just a ring of reeds set up in the water with only one little opening in it, and in this opening, just below the water, were stuck reeds slanting the way of the river's flow, so that the fish, when they had swum sillily in, sillily couldn't get out again.

She showed them the clay pots and jars and platters, some of them ornamented with black and red patterns, and the most wonderful things made of flint and different sorts of stone, beads, and ornaments, and tools and weapons of all sorts and kinds.
'It is really wonderful,' said Cyril patronizingly, 'when you consider that it's all eight thousand years ago--' 'I don't understand you,' said the girl.
'It ISN'T eight thousand years ago,' whispered Jane.

'It's NOW--and that's just what I don't like about it.

I say, DO let's get home again before anything more happens.