His friends came wholly from The Polite World which so adorns the illustrated weeklies.
It was in the deep December dusk that the Twins' came to the clump on the hill.

The Terror lifted their bicycles over the gate and set them behind the hedge.

He removed the pound of raisins from his bicycle basket to his pocket, and leaving Erebus to keep watch, he stole down the hedge to the clump, crawled through a gap into it, and walked through it.

One pheasant scuttled out of it, down the hedgerow to the wood below.

The occurrence pleased him.