It were the grown-ups that were stressed the children babbled showing no unhappiness with the pause offering so much more to do and nothing that useful to look forward to.
Some faces looked as though made no sense this waiting for mundane taxing patience but were eyes that peered staunchly keen as if the wait's end God would be seen.
Though lumps of time allowed break from the run not one face showed up some feeling of the fun anxious and jittery they smoked up the place to my mind the children were only saving grace.