Even Annie turned her wet cheeks and overflowing eyes languidly towards the door.

Mr Malison went and opened it.

A flood of brown water was pouring into the sunk passage already described.

The grating by which the rain-torrent that flowed past the door should have escaped, had got choked, the stream had been dammed back, and in a few moments more the room itself would be flooded.

Perceiving this, the master hastily dismissed his pupils.
There could be no better fun for most of the boys and some of the girls, than to wade through the dirty water.