I thought you would have learnt that by this time, but it appears you haven't.

Don't forget it again." Much crushed, Rona collected the peel, and, wrapping it carefully in her piece of sandwich-paper, put it in the very bottom of her basket, under a layer of catkins.

The girls had brought bobbins of thread with them, and were making their snowdrops into little bunches, with ivy leaves and lambs'-tails from the hazel.

A few lucky explorers had even found some palm opening on the sallows.

Several had nature notes to contribute.
Nellie Barlow and Gladys Broughton had seen a real weasel, and plumed themselves accordingly, till Evie Isherwood capped their story by producing the remains of a last year's chaffinch's nest she had found in a tree.
"If I said I'd seen a snake, should I be believed ?" whispered Rona.
"Certainly not.