"Ah, so you've got at he, after all," said Purday, leaning on the
fork with which he had thrown on the weeds. "Nothing is safe from
you."
"What, you thought you had a new place, Purday, and circumvented us!"
cried Hal; "but we smelt you out, you old rogue; we weren't going to
be baulked of our bonfire."
Miss Fosbrook here ventured on asking if they were doing mischief;
and Purday answered with an odd gruff noise, "Mischief enough--ay, to
be sure--hucking the fire all abroad. It's what they're always
after. I did think I'd got it safe out of their way this time."
"Then," in rather a frightened voice, for she felt that it would be a
tremendous trial of her powers, "should I make them come away?"
"Catch her!" muttered Hal.
There was horror and disapprobation on Susan's face. Annie stood
with her mouth open; while John, throwing himself on the ground with
fury, rolled over, crying out something about, "I won't," and "very
cross;" and David lay flat on his face, puffing at his own particular
oven, like a little Wind in an old picture. Sam waited, leaning on
the ashen stick that served him as a poker.
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