its confused array of books, playthings, fishing-tackle, hammocks,
old guns, powder-horns, costumes that had assisted in personating
pages and courtiers, and also many other articles of less
pretensions, might be taken for a veritable curiosity-shop. A
central figure gives interest to the surroundings and prompts our
curiosity to watch the proceedings.

The mischievous smile upon Marguerite Verne's face is of sufficient
proof that she is engaged in a pleasant occupation. She has pressed
two of the Misses Lister into willing service, and they are a happy
group.

"What will this make, Madge?" yelled Charlie, with as much as his
lungs had capacity, holding up an old green velvet tunic with
enormous supply of tinsel.

"I'll go as Coeur de Lion, and wear it," exclaimed little Ned
Bertram, snatching the precious article from the other.

"Nonsense, children!" cried Marguerite, who, with her companions,
laughed long and heartily at the ludicrous representation of the
"knight of the black plume."

Considerable time had been spent in bringing these would-be heroes
to any decision as to their respective characters. Ned wished to be
Richard the Third, and Charlie that of Richmond and repeat the
triumphs of Bosworth; but meeting such obstinate opposition from
their council, turned their attention to "something commoner,"
as Ned expressed himself. After several hours intermingled with
side-splitting laughter and grave discussion, a fair representation