She would probably be the only girl in the school who was not sending flowers away to-night.

How different it would be if she had anybody in England who took an interest in her and cared to receive her snowdrops! "It's no use crying for the moon," she decided, blinking hard lest she should betray symptoms of weakness before her juniors.

"When a thing can't be helped it can't, and there's an end of it." "Cuckoo! Corona Margarita! Do wait for us! You walk like the wind." "Or as if a bull were chasing you," panted Hattie, overtaking her and claiming a supporting arm.

"Do you see where we've got ourselves to?
The only way out of this is to go straight through the Glynmaen Wood." "Well, and why shouldn't we go through the Glynmaen Wood?
Is it any different to any other wood ?" "No, only they're horribly particular about trespassing.

They stick up all kinds of notices warning people off." "What rubbish! Why, in New Zealand we go where we like." "Oh, I dare say, in New Zealand!" "Look, there's a notice up there," said Winnie, pointing over the hedge to a tree whereon was nailed a weather-stained board bearing the inhospitable legend: "Trespassers Beware".
Rona stared at it quite belligerently.
"I should like to pull it down," she observed.