"My feet are full of pins and needles," said Deirdre, stamping her hardest, "and my elbow is so sore where I have been leaning on it, I can't tell you how it hurts."
"It can't be worse than mine."
"I say, though, we've seen something queer!"
"Rather!"
"Who can that man be?"
"That's just what I want to know."
"It looks very suspicious."
"Suspicious isn't the name for it. Do you think we ought to tell Miss Birks?"
"No, no, no! That would never do. We must say nothing at all, but go on keeping our eyes open, and see if we can find out anything more. Don't let Gerda get the least hint that we're on her track."
"Suppose Jessie asks us why we left the cove? What are we to say?"