I always do what you tell me, Duggy.

Come along, children!" "Trix and I got a packet of Banbury cakes at Didcot," reported Roger, in triumph, showing a greasy paper.

"But we've eat 'em all." "Little pigs!" said Falloden, surveying them.

"And now I suppose you're going to gorge again ?" "We shall disgrace you!" shouted both the children joyously--"we knew we should!" But Falloden hunted them all into a capacious fly, and they drove off to Marmion, where a room had been borrowed for the tea-party.

Falloden sat on the box with folded arms and a sombre countenance.