"I always do." "Shut your left eye," said Harry.

"Get the sight right between your other eye and the mark." Kate took a good long aim, and then, summoning all her courage, she pulled the trigger.
The gun went off with a tremendous bang! The toadstool trembled for an instant, and then tumbled off the bush.
"Hurra!" shouted Harry.

"You've hit it fair!" And he ran and brought it to her, riddled with shot-holes.

Kate was delighted with her success, and would have been glad to have spent the rest of the afternoon firing at a mark.

But Harry was not well enough supplied with powder and shot for that.