For instance when we were pilgrims.
It was just after the business of the Benevolent Bar, and it was a wet day.

It is not easy to amuse yourself indoors on a wet day as older people seem to think, especially when you are far removed from your own home, and haven't got all your own books and things.

The girls were playing Halma--which is a beastly game--Noel was writing poetry, H.O.
was singing 'I don't know what to do' to the tune of 'Canaan's happy shore'.

It goes like this, and is very tiresome to listen to-- 'I don't know what to do--oo--oo--oo! I don't know what to do--oo--oo! It IS a beastly rainy day And I don't know what to do.' The rest of us were trying to make him shut up.

We put a carpet bag over his head, but he went on inside it; and then we sat on him, but he sang under us; we held him upside down and made him crawl head first under the sofa, but when, even there, he kept it up, we saw that nothing short of violence would induce him to silence, so we let him go.