The enemy had been cleared out; and serve them right.
"Come on, you chaps," said Lickford; "don't let's get stuck in there.
Come over to the oak tree, and get up there.

It's the best view in the field." Alas! when they got to the oak tree, four friendly voices hailed them from among the leaves.
"How are you, Modern kids?
There's a ripping view up here.

Have an acorn?
Mind your eye.

Sorry we're full up.

Plenty of room up the poplar tree." The Moderns scorned to reply, and walked back sulkily to the pavilion, not without parting greetings from their friends up the oak tree, and squatted themselves on the steps.
The place was filling up now.