He came, and, wonderful to relate, we got Polly too.

My father invited her and my aunt to visit us, and they came.

As Leo said, Aunt Maria "behaved better than we expected." Indeed, Leo had no reason to complain of her treatment of him as a rule, for he was constantly at the Ascotts' house during his holidays.
And so we rambled and scrambled about together, Leo, and Polly, and I.
And we added largely to our collections, and made a fernery (the Rector helping us), and rode about the country, and were thoroughly happy.

We generally went to the nursery for a short time before dressing for dinner, where we teased and coaxed Mrs.Bundle, and ate large slices of an excellent species of gingerbread called "parliament," which she kept in a tin case in the cupboard.

In return for these we entertained her with marvellous "tales of school," rousing her indignation by terrible narratives of tyrannous and cruel fagging, and taking away her breath by tales of reckless daring, amusing impudence, or wanton destructiveness common to boys.