They'll come in for that rummage sale Teddie was telling us about." The last lesson was finished, the last exercise written, even the last breakfast had been disposed of.

The boxes, packed with great excitement the day before, were already dispatched, and four railway omnibuses were waiting to take the girls to Llangarmon Junction Station.

Much to their regret, Miss Bowes would not allow them to go by Glanafon--the picturesque route by the ferry was reserved for summer weather.

In winter, if the day happened to be stormy and the tide full, there was often great difficulty in crossing, the landing-place was muddy and slippery, and even if the train was not missed altogether (as sometimes happened) the small voyage was quite in the nature of an adventure.
Miss Bowes' wisdom was thoroughly justified on this particular morning, for there was a strong west wind, and the rain was pouring in torrents.
"It would have been lovely fun in the flat.

There must be big waves on the river," declared Merle Denham, half aggrieved at missing such an interesting opportunity.
"Why, but look at the rain! You couldn't hold up an umbrella for half a second.