midday
Without a word of remonstrance from their parents , the children entertained themselves by pushing each other into the rain , the smaller ones getting the worst of it , until their clothing was saturated with water . This made them very cold , so they sat upon the floor and yelled outrageously . It was the custom of Peter to spend his Sundays in riding about , but today , being deterred by the rain , he slept some of the time , and made a muzzle for one of his dogs , between whiles . From breakfast to the midday meal I shut myself in my bedroom and wrote letters to my mother and grandmother . I did not rant , rave , or say anything which I ought not to have said to my elders . I wrote those letters very coolly and carefully , explaining things just as they were , and asked grannie to take me back to Caddagat , as I could never endure life at Barney 's Gap . I told my mother I had written thus , and asked her if she would not let grannie take me again , would she get me some other situation ?