Oh, that's it you're on! Climb up on to it out of the way, Margery dear.

It's rather a rare kind of weed, and I don't want it to be spoiled.

Call the dogs, please.

Oh, look at all the bits they've broken off!" Eleanor dodged and darted to catch certain fragments of dark-looking stuff that were being whirled away.

With much difficulty she caught two or three, and laid one of them in my hand.