"
"Oh, we always do," roared the children; and Susan added,
"We always roast potatoes when there's a bonfire. Mamma always lets
us; it is only Purday that is cross."
"Yes, yes; Mamma lets us."
"Well, if Sam and Susan say it is right, I trust to them," said Miss
Fosbrook gladly; "only you must let me come out and see what it is.
I am too much of a Londoner to know."
"Oh yes; and we'll roast you some potatoes."
So the uproarious population tumbled upstairs, there to be invested
with rougher brown-holland garments than those that already concealed
the sprigged cottons of the girls; and when the five came down again,
they were so much alike in dress, that it was not easy to tell girls
from boys. Susan brought little George down with her, and off the
party set. Sam and Hal, who had been waiting in the hall, took Miss
Fosbrook between them, as if they thought it their duty to do the
honours of the bonfire, and conducted her across the garden, through
the kitchen-garden, across which lay a long sluggish bar of heavy and
very odorous smoke, to a gate in a quickset hedge.
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