It's right at the end of the paddock--well away from the house--so that I don't see that you can do any harm with it whatever you do.

But how are you going to make pocket-money out of it ?" "Oh, I haven't got it all worked out yet," said the Terror quickly.
"But we'll tell you all about it when we have.

Thanks ever so much for the cow-house." For the rest of breakfast he left the conversation to Erebus.
The Terror was blessed with a masterly prudence uncommon indeed in a boy of his years.

He changed but one of the six postal orders at Little Deeping--that would make talk enough--and then, having begged a holiday from the vicar, he took the train to Rowington, their market town, ten miles away, taking Erebus with him.

There he changed three more postal orders; and then the Twins took their way to the bicycle shop, with hearts that beat high.
The Terror set about the purchase in a very careful leisurely way which, in any one else, would have exasperated the highly strung Erebus to the very limits of endurance; but where the Terror was concerned she had long ago learned the futility of exasperation.