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instead of Jane and Eliza like others. She was cook and managed things.

      After breakfast Albert's uncle said:

      "I now seek the retirement of my study. At your peril violate my privacy before 1.30 sharp. Nothing short of bloodshed will warrant the intrusion, and nothing short of man—or rather boy—slaughter shall avenge it."

      So we knew he wanted to be quiet, and the girls decided that we ought to play out of doors so as not to disturb him; we should have played out of doors anyhow on a jolly fine day like that.

      ​But as we were going out Dicky said to Oswald:

      "I say, come along here a minute, will you?"

      So Oswald came along, and Dicky took him into the other parlor and shut the door, and Oswald said:

      "Well, spit it out: what is it?" He knows that is vulgar, and he would not have said it to any one but his own brother.

      Dicky said:

      "It's a pretty fair nuisance. I told you how it would be."

      And Oswald was patient with him, and said:

      "What is? Don't be all day about it."

      Dicky fidgeted about a bit, and then he said:

      "Well, I did as I said. I looked about for something useful to do. And you know that dairy window that wouldn't open—only a little bit like that? Well, I mended the catch with wire and whipcord and it opened wide."

      "And I suppose they didn't want it mended," said Oswald. He knows but too well that grown-up people sometimes like to keep things far different from what we would, and you catch it if you try to do otherwise.

      "I shouldn't have minded that," Dicky said, "because I could easily have taken it all off again if they'd only said so. But the sillies went and propped up a milk-pan against the window. They never took the trouble to notice I had mended it. So the wretched thing pushed the window open all by itself directly they propped it up, and it's tumbled through into the moat, and they are most ​awfully waxy. All the men are out in the fields, and they haven't any spare milk-pans. If I were a farmer, I must say I wouldn't stick at an extra milk-pan or two. Accidents must happen sometimes. I call it mean."

      Dicky spoke in savage tones. But Oswald was not so unhappy, first because it wasn't his fault, and next because he is a far-seeing boy.

      "Never mind," he said, kindly. "Keep your tail up. We'll get the beastly milk-pan out all right. Come on."

      He rushed hastily to the garden and gave a low signifying whistle, which the others know well enough to mean something extra being up.

      And when they were all gathered round him he spoke.

      "Fellow-countrymen," he said, "we're going to have a rousing good time."

      "It's nothing naughty, is it," Daisy asked, "like the last time you had that was rousingly good?"

      Alice said "Shish," and Oswald pretended not to hear.

      "A precious treasure," he said, "has inadvertently been laid low in the moat by one of us."

      "The rotten thing tumbled in by itself," Dicky said.

      Oswald waved his hand and said, "Anyhow, it's there. It's our duty to restore it to its sorrowing owners. I say, look here—we're going to drag the moat."

      Every one brightened up at this. It was our ​duty and it was interesting too. This is very uncommon.

      So we went out to where the orchard is, at the other side of the moat. There were gooseberries and things on the bushes, but we did not take any till we had asked if we might. Alice went and asked. Mrs. Pettigrew said, "Law! I suppose so; you'd eat 'em anyhow, leave or no leave."

      She little knows the honorable nature of the house of Bastable. But she has much to learn.

      The orchard slopes gently down to the dark waters of the moat. We sat there in the sun and talked about dragging the moat, till Denny said, "How do you drag moats?"

      And we were speechless, because, though we had read many times about a moat being dragged for missing heirs and lost wills, we really had never thought about exactly how it was done.

      "Grappling-irons are right, I believe," Denny said, "but I don't suppose they'd have any at the farm."

      And we asked, and found they had never even heard of them. I think myself he meant some other word, but he was quite positive.

      So then we got a sheet off Oswald's bed, and we all took our shoes and stockings off, and we tried to see if the sheet would drag the bottom of the moat, which is shallow at that end. But it would keep floating on the top of the water, and when we tried sewing stones into one end of it, it stuck on something in the bottom, and when we got it up it was torn. We were very ​sorry and the sheet was in an awful mess; but the girls said they were sure they could wash it in the basin in their room, and we thought as we had torn it any way, we might as well go on. That washing never came off.

      "No human being," Noël said, "knows half the treasures hidden in this dark tarn."

      And we decided we would drag a bit more at that end, and work gradually round to under the dairy window where the milk-pan was. We could not see that part very well, because of the bushes that grow between the cracks of the stones where the house goes down into the moat. And opposite the dairy window the barn goes straight down into the moat too. It is like pictures of Venice; but you cannot get opposite the dairy window anyhow.

      We got the sheet down again when we had tied the torn parts together in a bunch with string, and Oswald was just saying:

      "Now then, my hearties, pull together, pull with a will! One, two, three," when suddenly Dora dropped her bit of the sheet with a piercing shriek and cried out:

      "Oh! it's all wormy at the bottom. I felt them wriggle." And she was out of the water almost before the words were out of her mouth. The other girls all scuttled out too, and they let the sheet go in such a hurry that we had no time to steady ourselves, and one of us went right in, and the rest got wet up to our waistbands. The one who went right in was only H. O.; but Dora made ​an awful fuss and said it was our fault. We told her what we thought, and it ended in the girls going in with H. O. to change his things. We had some more gooseberries while they were gone. Dora was in an awful wax when she went away, but she is not of a sullen disposition though some times hasty, and when they all came back we saw it was all right, so we said:

      "What shall we do now?"

      Alice said, "I don't think we need drag any more. It is wormy. I felt it when Dora did. And besides, the milk-pan is sticking a bit of itself out of the water. I saw it through the dairy window."

      "Couldn't we get it up with fish-hooks?" Noël said. But Alice explained that the dairy was now locked up and the key taken out.

      So then Oswald said:

      "Look here, we'll make a raft. We should have to do it some time, and we might as well do it now. I saw an old door in that corner stable that they don't use. You know. The one where they chop the wood."

      We got the door.

      We had never made a raft, any of us, but the way to make rafts is better described in books, so we knew what to do.

      We found some nice little tubs stuck up on the fence of the farm garden, and nobody seemed to want them for anything just then, so we took them. Denny had a box of tools some one had given him for his last birthday; they were rather rotten little things, but the gimlet worked all ​right, so we managed to make holes in the edges of the tubs and fasten them with string under the four corners of the old door. This took us a long time. Albert's uncle asked us at dinner what we had been playing at, and we said it was a secret, and it was nothing wrong. You see we wished to atone for Dicky's mistake before anything more was said. The house has no windows in the side that faces the orchard.

      The rays of the afternoon