the top of the house, that no one knows anything about. I think I'll ask
him to let me have them. I'll take him for a good long ramble through the
house. He hasn't seen any of it yet, except just the rooms we live in
down-stairs.'

Emily went straight to Hubert. He was lying in the long wicker chair, his
straw hat drawn over his eyes, for the sun was finding its sharp, white way
through the leaves of the beeches.

'Now, Hubert, I want you. Are you asleep?'

'Asleep! No, I was only thinking.' He threw his legs over the edge of the
low chair and stood up.

'If I tell you what I want, you won't refuse me, will you?'

'No,' he said smilingly; 'I don't think I shall.'

'Are you sure?' she said, looking at him enigmatically. Then in a lighter
tone: 'I want you to give me a lot of things--oh, not a great many, nothing
very valuable, but----'

'But what, Emily?... You can have anything you want.'

'Well, we shall see. You must come with me; I must show you what--I shan't
want them unless you like to give them. Come along. Oh, you must come. I
should not care about them unless you came with me, and let me point them
out.' She passed her little hand into the arm of his rough coat, and led
him towards the house. 'You know nothing of your own house, so before I go
I intend to show you all over it. You have no idea what a funny old place