"Oh, it's a most stinking bore! A most frightful fag!" groaned Edred.
"Father makes us sweat ourselves to death digging in the sun," croaked Edwy.
"And last time when I chivied a Holly Blue, or it may have been only a Chalk Hill Blue, he cursed me like anything," lamented Ethelred.
The boys groaned again in unison.
"There's nothing to see."
"There's nothing to do."
"It's absolutely foul."
"Father jaws all the time about history, which I hate," said Edred. "I say, can't you put him off taking us?"
But Jasmine declared that they were horribly unappreciative, and declined to intervene.
"Well, anyway," said Ethelred hopefully, "Lord George Sanger's Circus is coming the second week in August."