When they grasped the idea, they said they feared they did not know how to wash up.
"Oh, I'll soon show you," he cried; "it's rare fun! You lie down on your--I mean you lean over the bank, you know, and sloush the things about in the water." The elder sister said that she was afraid that they hadn't got on dresses suited to the work.
"Oh, they'll be all right," said he light-heartedly; "tuck 'em up." And he made them do it, too.

He told them that that sort of thing was half the fun of a picnic.

They said it was very interesting.
Now I come to think it over, was that young man as dense-headed as we thought?
or was he--no, impossible! there was such a simple, child-like expression about him! Harris wanted to get out at Hampton Church, to go and see Mrs.Thomas's tomb.
"Who is Mrs.Thomas ?" I asked.
"How should I know ?" replied Harris.

"She's a lady that's got a funny tomb, and I want to see it." I objected.

I don't know whether it is that I am built wrong, but I never did seem to hanker after tombstones myself.