On the second terrace some thirty little girls and boys were digging in time to their own singing. A red-haired young woman, clad in breechs and sweater, shouted the rhythmic orders. Troy was just in time to see a little boy in the back row deliberately heave a spadeful of soil down the neck of a near-by little girl. Singing shrilly, she retaliated by catching him a swinging smack across the rump with the flat of her spade.
(from Final Curtain, by Dame Ngaio Marsh)
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