I should think he would; but if any scheme is to come to good, it must begin by your telling him of the going out shooting." Harry sighed.

"I'd have done it long ago if she was here," he said.

"I never did anything so bad before without telling, and I don't like it at all.

It seems to come between him and me when I wish him good-night." "Then, Harry, pray do tell him.

You'll have no comfort if you don't." "I know I shan't; but then he'll be so angry! And, do you know, Margaret, 'twas worse than I told you, for a covey of partridges got up, and unluckily I had got the gun, and I fired and killed one, and that was regular poaching, you know! And when we heard some one coming, how we did cut! Ax--the other fellow, I mean, got it, and cooked it in his bedroom, and ate it for supper; and he laughs about it, but I have felt so horrid all the week! Suppose a keeper had got a summons!" "I can only say again, the only peace will be in telling." "Yes; but he will be so angry.