You're sure to think of something.

Or else Lucy will.
We'll act charades to-night.' They did.

The rest of the islanders were an extremely jolly lot, and all the M.A.'s came out of their huts to be audience.

It was a charming evening, and ended up with hide-and-seek all over the castle.
To wake next morning on a bed of soft, dry, sweet-smelling seaweed, and to know that the day was to be spent in having a good time with the jolliest set of children she had ever met, was delightful to Lucy.
Philip's delight was dashed by the knowledge that he must, sooner or later, _think_.

But the day passed most agreeably.