Then Dora said-- 'Let's go home and write a beautiful letter and all sign it.' Oswald looked at the others.

Writing is all very well, but it's such a beastly long time to wait for anything to happen afterwards.
The intelligent Alice divined his thoughts, and the Dentist divined hers--he is not clever enough yet to divine Oswald's--and the two said together-- 'Why not go and see her ?' 'She did say she would like to see us again some day,' Dora replied.

So after we had argued a little about it we went.
And before we had gone a hundred yards down the dusty road Martha began to make us wish with all our hearts we had not let her come.

She began to limp, just as a pilgrim, who I will not name, did when he had the split peas in his silly palmering shoes.
So we called a halt and looked at her feet.

One of them was quite swollen and red.