I put a cushion over my head.
Cecilia kept hers.
"If you will both go out of the room," she said, "take off your filthy boots and come back in your right minds and decent clothing I'll try to understand what you are both talking about."
They crawled out of the room abjectly and I came out into the open once more.
"Good Lord! What a family to be in!" I said.
"Cecilia," said John at tea, "harking back to the question of Hairy Bittercress——"
"Hazel Catkin," said Margery.
"What on earth——?" began Cecilia.
"I'll tell her," said Margery quickly. "Cecilia, we had a competition this afternoon, seeing who could find most signs of Spring. Well, I found a bit of Hazel Catkin——"