better than to bustle about and be busy. Eleanor ran up to her at
once, complaining that Walter was teasing Deborah shamefully. She
was going to speak, but Deborah cut her short.

"No Mistress Rose, I will not have even you excuse him, I'll go and
tell my lady how a poor faithful wench is served;" and away she
flounced, followed by Rose.

"Will she tell mamma?" asked little Charlie.

"Oh no, Rose will pacify her," said Lucy.

"I am sure I wish she would tell," said Eleanor, a much graver little
person than Lucy; "Walter is too bad."

"It is only to save Diggory the trouble of taking a crabstick to her
when he returns from the wars," said Walter. "Heigh ho!" and he
threw himself on the bench, and drummed on the table. "I wish I was
there! I wonder what is doing at Worcester this minute!"

"When will brother Edmund come?" asked Charlie for about the
hundredth time.

"When the battle is fought, and the battle is won, and King Charles
enjoys his own again! Hurrah!" shouted Walter, jumping up, and
beginning to sing -


"For forty years our royal throne
Has been his father's and his own."