Don't scare Aunty, or tell a soul but Nan; she's on the back piazza; get her out here as quick as you can.

I'll wash it till she comes.

Maybe it's nothing; don't look so staggered, Ted.

I only thought it might be, as Don is queer.' Rob tried to speak bravely; but Ted's long legs felt strangely weak as he hurried away, and it was lucky he met no one, for his face would have betrayed him.

Nan was swinging luxuriously in a hammock, amusing herself with a lively treatise on croup, when an agitated boy suddenly clutched her, whispering, as he nearly pulled her overboard: 'Come to Rob in the barn! Don's mad and he's bitten him, and we don't know what to do; it's all my fault; no one must know.