Though we did not wish to go back to bush house, we were not quite unmindful of our friends there.
Summer at bush house, in the nature of things, could be nothing to summer in India, to which we were accustomed.
We had been too much excited to eat any of the bread-and-butter prepared for our early breakfast at bush house.
Miss Mulberry was our school-mistress, and the head of the bush house establishment.
The empty bedrooms at bush house were like ovens, and the well-filled school-room was much worse.