You will find some punts moored to the landing-stage there in the stream.

I like the very largest and most comfortable." Francis strolled to the edge of the stream, and made his choice of punts.

Soon a servant appeared with his arms full of cushions, and a moment or two later, Margaret herself, wrapped in an ermine cloak.

She smiled a little deprecatingly as she picked her way across the lawn.
"Don't laugh at me for being such a chilly mortal, please," she enjoined.

"And don't be afraid that I am going to propose a long expedition.