"Ough! a horrid caterpillar!" she cried.
"And here's another!" declared Fidge, knocking one from his coat.
"And an earwig!" exclaimed Dick, picking one up from the cloth.
"Oh! and spiders!" screamed Lady Betty, jumping up and shaking her frock.
"Dear! dear! this will never do!" I said, for the place was swarming with insects, owing to the very dry summer which we had had.
"There ought to be a marquee like we had at the choir treat," said Fidge.
"Oh, I vote we get on with the grub," said Dick greedily. "The insects won't kill us."
"No, but a marquee would certainly be more comfortable," said Shin Shira. "Come into the meadow just over there, and I'll see if I can provide one."
Leaving Lionel to guard our feast, the rest of us all trailed after him, over the fence into the meadow, which was carpeted with soft long grass.
"The only thing is, I can't exactly remember what a marquee is like," he said. "Think, my dear boy, what the one was like which you had in your mind."