Oswald was even the boldest.

'They looked like weeds right enough,' he said.
And Dicky said, 'It all comes of trying to do golden deeds.' This was when we were out in the road.
As we went along, in a silence full of gloomy remorse, we met the postman.

He said-- 'Here's the letters for the Moat,' and passed on hastily.

He was a bit late.
When we came to look through the letters, which were nearly all for Albert's uncle, we found there was a postcard that had got stuck in a magazine wrapper.

Alice pulled it out.