Those girls who had some slight skill in carpentry constructed rustic benches and tables from the boughs blown down by last autumn's storms, and those who preferred nature untouched by art had their favourite seats in snug corners among the bushes or on the stones by the water-side.

With the first burst of warm weather bathing was allowed, and every morning detachments of figures in mackintoshes and tennis-shoes might be seen wending their way towards the large pool to indulge in the exhilarating delight of a dip in clear, flowing water, followed by a brisk run round the glade.

These pre-breakfast expeditions were immensely appreciated; the girls willingly got up earlier for the purpose, and anyone who manifested a disposition to remain in bed was denounced as a "slacker".
One day, towards the end of May, when some of the members of V B were sitting with their fancywork on the short grass under an oak-tree, Addie Knighton came from the house and joined them.

There was beaming satisfaction in Addie's twinkling grey eyes; she rubbed her hands ostentatiously, and chuckled audibly.
"What's to do, Addie, old girl?
You're looking very smug," said Lizzie.
"Aha! Wouldn't you like to know?
What'll you give me if I tell you now ?" "Never buy pigs in pokes.

It mayn't be important at all," volunteered Merle.
"Oh, indeed! Isn't it?
Just wait till you hear." "It's nothing but one of your sells," yawned Gertrude Oliver, moving so as to rest her back more comfortably against Ulyth.
"Mrs.Arnold doesn't generally spring sells upon us." Ulyth jumped up so suddenly that Gertrude collapsed with a squeal of protest.
"Mrs.Arnold here and I never knew! Where is she ?" "Don't excite yourself.