“An hour. What shall we do for an hour? ’Tisn’t long enough to go to the hammer pond, nor yet to hunt snakes, because we should get so interested that we should forget to come back. But, I say, would you rather go back to the school field, where the other chaps are, or come back and pick out your garden? We’ve all got gardens. Or have a game at rounders, or—”
“No, no no,” I said. “I like all this. It’s all new to me. I was never in the country like this before.”
“Then you do like it?”
“Of course.”
“That’s right. Then you will not mind old Rebble’s impositions, and the Doctor being disagreeable, and going at us, nor the boys pitching into you, as they all do—the big ones—when the Doctor’s pitched into them. Why, you don’t look so miserable now as you did.”
“Don’t I?”
“No. It’s awful coming away from home, I know, and I do get so tired of learning so many things. You do have to try so much to get to know anything at all. Now, let’s see what shall we do for an hour?”
“Go for a walk,” I suggested.
“Oh, that’s no good, without you’re going to do something. I know; we’ll go back and make Magg lend us his ferret, and then we’ll try for a rabbit.”
“Very well,” I said eagerly.