They probably won't begin punctually.

I'll time it by my watch." When five minutes had elapsed there was not a solitary junior to be seen in the glade, and Ulyth and Lizzie, deeming themselves safe, set out in the direction of the lower pool.
This was a part of the stream at the very verge of the grounds belonging to The Woodlands; indeed, the greater portion of it lay in the land of a neighbouring farmer, and to reach its pebbly bank meant a scramble round some palings and under a projecting piece of rock.
Ulyth and Lizzie were too wary to follow the juniors by this path, but scaled the palings at another point, and under cover of a thick copse of gorse-bushes approached the pool from the side that lay in the farmer's field.

By most careful scouting they found a spot on the bank where they could see and hear without being seen.
Below them, seated on the rocks by the edge of the water, were practically almost the whole of the Lower School.

They cuddled close, with their arms round each other, and to judge from their repressed giggles they appeared to be enjoying themselves.

Tootie Phillips, a long-legged, excitable girl of thirteen, mounted upon a boulder, was addressing them with much fervour.