sister, Charles' voice was heard so loud as to attract everyone's
notice, in a shout of wonder and complaint, "Mother, mother, look!
Rose has gobbled up a whole pigeon to her own share!"

Rose could not keep herself from blushing violently, as she whispered
reprovingly that he must not be rude. Lucy did not mend the matter
by saying with an impertinent nod, "Rose does not like to be found
out."

"Children," said Lady Woodley, gravely, "I shall send you away if you
do not behave discreetly."

"But, mother, Rose is greedy," said Lucy.

"Hold your tongues, little mischief makers!" burst out Walter, who
had been boiling over with anxiety and indignation the whole time.

"Walter is cross now," said Lucy, pleased to have produced a
sensation, and to have shocked Eleanor, who sat all the time as good,
demure, and grave, as if she had been forty years old.

"Pray excuse these children," said Lady Woodley, trying to hide her
anxiety under cover of displeasure at them; "no doubt Mrs. Enderby
keeps much better order at home. Lucy, Charles, silence at once.
Walter, is there no wine?"

"If there is, it is too good for rebels," muttered Walter to himself,
as he rose. "Light me, Deborah, and I'll see."

"La! Master Walter," whispered Deborah, "you know there is nothing