any less buoyant spirits must have been checked.'

'Did you like him, on the whole?' asked Laura. 'I hope he has not this
tremendous Morville temper? Oh, you don't say so. What a grievous
thing.'

'He is a fine fellow,' said Philip; 'but I did not think Sir Guy
managed him well. Poor old man, he was quite wrapped up in him, and
only thought how to keep him out of harm's way. He would never let him
be with other boys, and kept him so fettered by rules, so strictly
watched, and so sternly called to account, that I cannot think how any
boy could stand it.'

'Yet, you say, he told everything freely to his grandfather,' said Amy.

'Yes,' added her mother, 'I was going to say that, as long as that went
on, I should think all safe.

'As I said before,' resumed Philip, 'he has a great deal of frankness,
much of the making of a fine character; but he is a thorough Morville.
I remember something that will show you his best and worst sides. You
know Redclyffe is a beautiful place, with magnificent cliffs
overhanging the sea, and fine woods crowning them. On one of the most
inaccessible of these crags there was a hawk's nest, about half-way
down, so that looking from the top of the precipice, we could see the
old birds fly in and out. Well, what does Master Guy do, but go down
this headlong descent after the nest. How he escaped alive no one
could guess; and his grandfather could not bear to look at the place
afterwards--but climb it he did, and came back with two young hawks,
buttoned up inside his jacket.'