"It's the best thing you ever thought of!" The Terror put the postal orders back into the envelope, and put the envelope into the breast pocket of his coat.

A frown of the most thoughtful consideration furrowed his brow.

Then he said firmly: "The first thing, to do is to get the bicycles.

If once we've got them, no one will take them away from us." "Of course they won't," said Erebus, with eager acceptance of his idea.
The breakfast-bell rang; and they went into the house, Erebus spurning the earth as she went, in the very manner of Wiggins.
In the middle of breakfast the Terror said in a casual tone and with a casual air, as if he was not greatly eager for the boon: "May we have the cow-house for our very own, Mum ?" "Oh, Terror! Surely you don't want to keep ferrets!" cried Mrs.
Dangerfield, who lived in fear of the Terror's developing that inevitable boyish taste.
"Oh, no; but if we had the cow-house to do what we liked with, I think we could make a little pocket-money out of it." "I am afraid you're growing terribly mercenary," said his mother; then she added with a sigh: "But I don't wonder at it, seeing how hard up you always are.

You can have the cow-house.