"I think being truants is very dull," admitted Jill.
"I'm not enjoying myself a bit as I thought I should. We have no adventures, and nothing has happened."
"We've lost Bumps."
"Yes, so we have. But that isn't fun to us. It's only fun to the one lost. She may be having heaps and heaps of adventures!"
"What shall we do now?"
"Oh, there's nothing to do but just walk on and see what comes."
Nothing did come. They walked right through the wood, which was a small one, and then got over a hedge into a field. Here they met a small boy carrying a milk-can.
Jill stopped him. "I'm dreadfully thirsty," she said. "Could you give me a drink?"
"Go to your mammy!" the small boy said rudely.
Jill was hot tempered. The scornful tone enraged her. She flew at the boy like a small whirlwind and knocked him down. Over went the can of milk, and the boy stood up at once to fight. Jack pushed Jill aside.