"Then, ho for Stratford-on-Avon, where we shall become Shakespeare mad, and for Warwick where Jack can see her white peacocks," cried Jo.
Yet the glories of Warwick Castle were less attractive to the twins than the little tea-garden on Mill Street, which, indeed, pleased them all.
"I never saw such a dear little place," said Jack with satisfaction.
"That cunning cottage with vines all over it," said Jean.
"And that lovely tangled garden down to the very water's edge," Nan put in.
"And the ducks, look at the ducks!" cried Mary Lee.
"Is this little stream really the Avon?" asked Jo. "What a fine view of the castle from here."
"It is the loveliest place to rest in," said Mrs. Corner sinking into a seat by one of the little tables.
"Are we going to have plum-cake?" whispered Jean.
"Pig!" exclaimed Jack scornfully.