You're trespassing, and you know it." "We're doing no harm." "Aren't you?
I suppose it's nothing to scare every pheasant in the wood.
Oh dear no!" "What nonsense! It was only one," exclaimed Rona, standing up against the bullying tone.

"You're making the most unnecessary fuss.

What right have you to stop us ?" "More right than you've got to be here.

I won't have anybody in these woods, schoolgirls or no schoolgirls, so just you get back the way you came, or----" "That will do, Jordan," said a voice behind him.
The keeper started, turned, and touched his cap obsequiously.
"Beg pardon, my lord, but the trespassing that goes on here gets past bearing, and wants putting a stop to." "Very well, I'll settle it myself," and Lord Glyncraig--for it was he--readjusted his glasses and stared reprovingly at the three delinquents.
"Ah! girls from The Woodlands--evidently out of bounds.

I shall have to report you to your headmistress, I'm afraid.