Rona, perched on a tree-stump, began her orange, and tossed long yellow strands of peel on to the bank below her.
"Oh, stop that, before Teddie catches you!" urged Ulyth; but she was too late, for Miss Teddington had already spied the offending pieces.
"Who threw those ?" she demanded.

"Then, Rona Mitchell, you ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Go and pick them up at once, and put them inside your basket.

What do you think the field will look like if more than fifty people strew it with orange-peel and sandwich-paper! We don't come here to spoil the beautiful spots we have been enjoying.

I should be utterly disgraced if the school behaved like a party of cheap-trippers.
Woodlanders ought to respect all natural scenery.