Sylvie and Bruno

es in the library-Uggug blubbering, the Professor standing by with a bewildered air, and my Lady, with her arms clasped

rden angrily enquired, as he strode into t

hed by the sudden change of scene to make any attempt at removing it, though it came down to

is Highness had been graciously pleas

he Vice-Warden. "And take this!" and a resounding box on t

r old man, as he sank, half

as she lifted him into a chair, and pinned an an

lla. "Who left this loose nail in the floor?" he shouted, "Hammer it in, I say! Hammer

.'Hammer

nd roared with laughter. "Excuse me, dear, I ca'n't help it!" he said as

d kiss or not I was unable to see, as Bruno, who had by this time released himself from his extinguisher, rushed headlong out of

n down the garden. "I'm sure things are at their

Bruno whimpered. "How I wiss we

rang through the air

he saw a C

od besid

gain, and f

without

he said, 'po

ting to

bear with

! So be off with you!" And, turning away from them, he began digging frantically in the middle of a gravel-walk, singing, over and over again,

the boat had touched the beach, and the harsh grating of the shingle as the men dragged it up. I roused myself, and, after lending them a

gain into the easy-chair, while Arthur hospitably went to his cupboard, to get me out some c

thur, who was opening and shutting it so often, moving so restl

half-hidden by the cupboard-door-was a fe

The door opened, and a str

" he said to himself, pausi

pen, and stood with her back to him, smoothing down a sheet of brown paper on one o

ed her on the head. "Boh!" he playfully shouted at her

he groaned. "Yet no-he is one of us! Rev

dragging out the sheet of brown paper. "What are

little voices. "Don't make fun of it, Benjamin!" she pl

haven't got to kill him! And made of tin, too!" he snarled, contemptuously bending the blade round

iracy, Love! One must h

what did you get this dagger for? Come

red, trying her best to put on the assassin-expression

hat, M

you must know, dearest! Tha

aned the other Conspirator. "Why, they ar

in a meek whisper. "One must have a

dagger into the cupboard. "You know about as much how to manage a Conspiracy as if yo

he rest of the Fool's dress, and winked at her, and put his ton

thusiasm. "The very thing!" she exclaimed, clappin

express it so plainly. "You mean a Jester? Yes, that's what I intended. And what do you think

t the dress was unfolded. "What a splend

look at yourself in the glass. Why, it's a Bear, ca'n't you use your eyes

again, and

without

ow, and closed it noiselessly, before he ventured to go on. "Yes, Lovey, a Bear: but not without a head,

through the Bear's mouth: "one ca'n't help being rather human just at

lar, with one hand, while with the other he cracked a little whip. "Now go round the room in

'Come up,

e room, and was now standing, with his hands spread out, and eyes and mouth wide

o longer. Be savage!" Then, while seeming to pull it back with all his strength, he let it advance upon the scared boy: my Lady, with admirable presence of mind, kept up what she no doubt intended for a savage growl, though it was mor

ake him in, you know!" And in another minute the disguises were stowed away in the cupboard, the door unbolted, and the two Conspirators seated lovingly side-by-

ly, and the Professor peeped in, Uggug's

ith enthusiasm. "You see, my precious one, that there are fif

And, so intent were they on this interesting question, that neither of them even

here's the Professor!" she exclaimed in her blandest

. "His Exalted Fatness" (this was one of Uggug's many titles) "tells me

his wife shook with

sitting here this hour or more, reading-," here she referred

our tongue. Ah, I thought so! He's a little feverish, Professor, and has

Exalted Fatness remonstrated,

corrected the feverishness. And, by the way, Professor!" (The Professor left his distinguished pupil standing at the door, and m

or!" the poor old ma

Warden eagerly explained. "Mer

his head between his hands, as if he expected it to

or!" my Lady explained. "Where could we find a bet

or fervently responded, qui

it, Professor, was to ask you to be so kind as to preside at the Election. Yo

llency!" the old man falter

ion, as Court-Professor, makes it awkward, I admit. We

air, as if he hardly knew what he was saying. "Bed, I think your Highness said, and

of aid to his feeble memory, "C, C, C; Couch, Cooling-Draught, Correct-Grammar," till, in turning a corner, he met