We ate those scarlet berries and lived, though warned to the contrary.
Presently Boulou, who could do nothing simply, found a dead mouse, where any one else could have found it, in the middle of the path, and made it an occasion for a theatrical display of growlings and shakings.

The children decided to bury it, and after a becoming silence their voices could be heard singing "Home, Sweet Home," as the body was being lowered into the grave previously dug by Boulou, who had to be forcibly restrained from going on digging it after the obsequies were over.
"He never knows when to stop," said Regie, wearily, as Boulou, with a little plaster of earth on his nose, was carried coughing back to Hester.
As she took him Rachel and Sybell came slowly down the path towards them, and the latter greeted Hester with an effusion which suggested that when two is not company three may be.
"A most vexing thing has happened," said Sybell, in a gratified tone, sitting down under Hester's tree.

"I really don't think I am to blame.
You know Mr.Tristram, the charming artist who has been staying with us ?" "I know him," said Hester.
"Well, he was set on making a sketch of me for one of his large pictures, and it was to have been finished to-day.

I don't see any harm myself in drawing on Sunday.

I know the Gresleys do, and I love the Gresleys, he has such a powerful mind; but one must think for one's self, and it was only the upper lip, so I consented to sit for him at four o'clock.