"We have something to talk to you about! Let's go and sit down.

I wish there was some kind of an umbrella or straw hat that people could wear under their chins to keep the glare of these white roads out of their eyes.

Let's go up into the silk-cotton tree." I proposed that I should go to my room and clean up a little first, but Corny couldn't wait.

As her father had said, she wasn't good at waiting; and so we all went up into the silk-cotton tree.

This was an enormous tree, with roots like the partitions between horse-stalls; it stood at the bottom of the hotel grounds, and had a large platform built up among the branches, with a flight of steps leading to it.