She held back.
"No, I'm not coming any farther," said Beryl.
"Oh, rot!" Harry Kember didn't believe her.

"Come along! We'll just go as far as that fuchsia bush.

Come along!" The fuchsia bush was tall.

It fell over the fence in a shower.

There was a little pit of darkness beneath.
"No, really, I don't want to," said Beryl.
For a moment Harry Kember didn't answer.