Mr.Tudor stuck up an old hat of Mr.
Hamilton's,--at least we found out it was not an old one after all,--and we snowballed it, and Mr.Hamilton came out and helped us.

After tea, we all told ghost-stories round the fire.

Miss Darrell does not like them, so she went up to her room.

Mr.Tudor had to see a sick man, but he came back to dinner; but I would not stay, for I thought you would be waking, Ursie, so Mr.Hamilton brought me home.' 'Jill!' I asked desperately, 'have they not written for you to join them at Hastings yet?
I begin to think you have been idle long enough.' 'Had you not better go to sleep again, Ursie dear ?' returned Jill, marching off with my tray.

But she made a little face at me as she went out of the door.