Will any one have any more tea?
Then please make a move, for it's time we were starting." "Good old Dollikins!" murmured Linda as the girls put on their coats.
"She's A1 at a foray.

Got something ripping for next season in her head.
I can tell by the twinkle in her eye.

She'll ruminate over it all winter, and drop it on us as a surprise some day.

Oh, thunder! Yes, we ought to be starting! Come along, you slackers, do you want to be left standing on the platform with a couple of hours to wait for the next train?
Then sprint as hard as you can!".