"Running wild" in her experience had never tended to making little people happier or more contented.
"They are always better and more able to enjoy play-time when they feel that they have done some work well and thoroughly," she said to aunty.
"However, we must wait a little.

If I am not much mistaken, the children themselves will be the first to tire of being too much at their own disposal." For a few weeks it seemed as if Mr.Heriott had been right.

The children were so interested and amused by all they saw that it really seemed as if there would not be room in their minds for anything else.

Every time they went out a walk they returned, Molly especially, in raptures with some new marvel.

The bullocks who drew the carts, soft-eyed, clumsy creatures, looking, she declared, so "sweet and patient;" the endless varieties of "sisters," with the wonderful diversity of caps; the chatter, and bustle, and clatter on the market-days; the queer, quaint figures that passed their gates on horse and pony back, jogging along with their butter and cheese and eggs from the mountain farms--all and everything was interesting and marvellous and entertaining to the last degree.
"I don't know how other children find time to do lessons here," she said to Sylvia one day.