The procession set out—first, John and the stout lady, then George and the thin lady, then the young man, wearing a set agonised expression.
"And I came here for quiet and rest," he muttered pathetically.
"Take us to William's house, darling," said the stout lady to John.
"We ought to have brought some sort of a weapon," said her sister grimly.
"Vivian will protect us," said the other bravely.
Vivian groaned again in the gathering dusk.
The twins had led the procession on to the common with every sign of confidence, but now they stopped.
"Want more dam," said John.
"Wanner go home," said George.
"We'll just go down this path and see if it leads anywhere," said the short lady uncertainly. "Vivian will stay with the children."