Even the mistress herself, so wise at the outset, finally flung prudence to the winds, and skirmished through the coppices with enthusiasm equal to that of her pupils, lured from the pathway by the glimpses of kingcups, or the pursuit of a peacock butterfly.
"All the same, if we tear round like small dogs, we shall never reach Dropwick to-night, and I've booked our rooms there," she assured them.
"You don't want to sleep on the heather, I suppose!" "Bow-wow! Shouldn't mind!" laughed Kitty.

"We could cling together and keep each other warm." "You won't cling to me, thanks! I prefer a bed of my own." Nora, having brought a good supply of films for her Brownie camera, was most keen on taking snapshots.

She photographed the company eating their lunch on a bank by the roadside, with Miss Strong in the very act of biting a piece of bread and butter, and Ingred with her face buried in a mug.

She even went further.

She had been reading a book on faked photography, and she yearned to try experiments.
"I'm going to give those stay-at-homes a few thrills," she declared.