Still, what a lucky escape I had had from blabbing about my exhibition! The fellow, too, seemed a nice sort of chap, and disposed to be friendly, so there was no harm done after all.
I could tell, long before I reached it, that the room which had been indicated to me as the place where I might get the information for which I thirsted was, to say the least, inhabited--for the noise which penetrated through the keyhole and the cracks of the door was appalling.
Either, thought I, a free fight is going on within, or there is a steam engine at work, or the builders are shooting bricks through the window.
I was mistaken.

It was only five boys of about my age talking.
The silence which greeted my appearance was rather more formidable than the noise which had preceded it.

In the midst of it, however, I observed the form of Master Trimble, also that of my travelling companion of the morning, and concluded therefore that I had come to the right place for information.
"Full up! cut!" was the cordial greeting of the company generally.
"Hullo, it's Sarah!" cried my travelling companion.

"What a lark! Collar him, you chaps.

That's the idiot I was telling about.