Oswald felt that a weight had been lifted from his expanding chest, and it is curious that he never felt so inclined to be good and a model youth as he did then.

As he went down the ladder out of the loft he said-- 'There's one thing we ought to do, though, before we go home.

We ought to find Albert's uncle's long-lost grandmother for him.' Alice's heart beat true and steadfast.

She said, 'That's just exactly what Noel and I were saying this morning.

Look out, Oswald, you wretch, you're kicking chaff into my eyes.' She was going down the ladder just under me.
Oswald's younger sister's thoughtful remark ended in another council.
But not in the straw loft.