The Terror collected the books for his morning's work slowly, still thoughtful.
As he was leaving the house he said: "Look here; the place for us to sell them is Rowington.

The people round here sell most of their things at Rowington--butter and eggs and poultry and rabbits." "And Ellen would sell them for us--in the market," said Erebus quickly.
"Of course she would! You see, you think of things, too!" cried the Terror; and he went off to his lessons with an almost cheerful air.
After lunch they rode to Great Deeping to discuss with Ellen the matter of selling their kittens.

She had been their nurse for the first four years of their stay at Colet House; and she had left them to marry a small farmer.

She had an affection for them, especially for the Terror; and she had not lost touch with them.

She welcomed them warmly, ushered them into her little parlor, brought in a decanter of elderberry wine and a cake.