The custodian was fetched from his wooden shelter and unlocked the door, loudly disclaiming any responsibility on his part, and blaming the guide.
"It's your own fault," scolded Miss Morley.

"You really _must_ keep with the party.

I can't have any of you wandering off alone.

You can't expect me to count you every time we come out of a building.

I put you on your parole not to get separated again." "We won't indeed, _indeed_! We don't like being lost," promised the delinquents earnestly.
Everybody, including the Principal, was very tired by this time, and not altogether sorry when the guide finished his tour of the ruins, and conducted them safely back again to the entrance.
"It's glorious, but you want days to see it in, instead of only a few hours," sighed Phyllis.
"And cast-iron backs and legs," agreed Sybil.