summer
noon
We made a tent out of the kitchen clothes-horse and some blankets off our beds , and though it was quite as hot in the tent as in the house it was a very different sort of hotness . Albert 's uncle called it the Turkish Bath . It is not nice to be kept from the seaside , but we know that we have much to be thankful for . We might be poor little children living in a crowded alley where even at summer noon hardly a ray of sunlight penetrates ; clothed in rags and with bare feet -- though I do not mind holes in my clothes myself , and bare feet would not be at all bad in this sort of weather . Indeed we do , sometimes , when we are playing at things which require it . It was shipwrecked mariners that day , I remember , and we were all in the blanket tent . We had just finished eating the things we had saved , at the peril of our lives , from the st-sinking vessel .