The ground of the grave had not been trampled down hard enough, and he had said so plainly at the time, but his prudent counsels had been overruled.

Now these busy-bodying, meddling, mischief-making fox-terriers (how different from Pincher, who minds his own business unless told otherwise) had scratched away the earth and laid bare the reddish tip of the poor corpse's tail.
We all turned to go without a word, it seemed to be no use staying any longer.
But in a moment the gentleman with the whiskers had got Noel and Dicky each by an ear--they were nearest him.

H.O.hid in the hedge.

Oswald, to whose noble breast sneakishness is, I am thankful to say, a stranger, would have scorned to escape, but he ordered his sisters to bunk in a tone of command which made refusal impossible.
'And bunk sharp, too' he added sternly.

'Cut along home.' So they cut.