"When it's blazingly hot we do lessons here early in the mornings, and it's ripping.

No, we don't use them at this time of the year, because the marble is cold to sit upon, and the garden is damp really, although it looks so jolly.

You should see it in a sirocco wind! You wouldn't want to have classes outside then, you bet! It's luck you're in the Transition form.

If you'd been one of Miss Rodger's elect eleven, or one of Miss Brewster's lambs, I'd have had to chum with you by stealth.

I'd have managed it somehow, of course, to please Dad, but it isn't done here openly.