"It feels a different matter when you're boxed up tight with tree all round you.
It's jolly uncomfortable.

Where are the girls ?" "Here's one," replied Ulyth, climbing the tree to relieve poor Miss Moseley, who gladly retired in her favour.

"I'm going to stay and talk to you till somebody comes to get you out.

Oh, here are May and Kathleen at last! What a fearful time they've been!" The two messengers came panting back with many excuses for their delay.
It was a long way down the lane to the farm, and when they arrived there they had considerable difficulty in explaining their errand.

No one could understand English except a little boy, who was only half-able to translate their remarks into Welsh.