Seen from behind, standing against the skyline, gesticulating largely with their spades, they looked like minute puzzled explorers.
The whole family of Samuel Josephs was there already with their lady-help, who sat on a camp-stool and kept order with a whistle that she wore tied round her neck, and a small cane with which she directed operations.

The Samuel Josephs never played by themselves or managed their own game.

If they did, it ended in the boys pouring water down the girls' necks or the girls trying to put little black crabs into the boys' pockets.

So Mrs.S.J.and the poor lady-help drew up what she called a "brogramme" every morning to keep them "abused and out of bischief." It was all competitions or races or round games.

Everything began with a piercing blast of the lady-help's whistle and ended with another.