Breakfast----' 'How jolly,' thought Philip, 'to be having military breakfast.' Then he remembered Lucy, and hated her being there, and felt once more that she had spoiled everything.
I should not, myself, care for a breakfast of cocoa-nut ice, peppermint creams, apples, bread and butter and sweet milk.

But the soldiers seemed to enjoy it.

And it would have exactly suited Philip if he had not seen that Lucy was enjoying it too.
'I do hate greedy girls,' he told himself, for he was now in that state of black rage when you hate everything the person you are angry with does or says or is.
And now it was time to start for the Hall of Justice.

The guard formed outside, and Philip noticed that each soldier stood on a sort of green mat.

When the order to march was given, each soldier quickly and expertly rolled up his green mat and put it under his arm.