were dark brown. Concealment, as so often happens, was impossible.

The quick brain of Oswald saw, in a flash, exactly how it would
strike the uncle, and his brave young blood ran cold in his veins.
His heart stood still.

'What's all this--eh, what?' said the tones of the wronged uncle.

Oswald spoke up and said it was jungles we were playing, and he
didn't know what was up with Daisy. He explained as well as anyone
could, but words were now in vain.

The uncle had a Malacca cane in his hand, and we were but ill
prepared to meet the sudden attack. Oswald and H. O. caught it
worst. The other boys were under the tigers--and of course my
uncle would not strike a girl. Denny was a visitor and so got off.

But it was bread and water for us for the next three days, and our
own rooms. I will not tell you how we sought to vary the
monotonousness of imprisonment. Oswald thought of taming a mouse,
but he could not find one. The reason of the wretched captives
might have given way but for the gutter that you can crawl along
from our room to the girls'. But I will not dwell on this because
you might try it yourselves, and it really is dangerous. When my
father came home we got the talking to, and we said we were
sorry--and we really were--especially about Daisy, though she had
behaved with muffishness, and then it was settled that we were to
go into the country and stay till we had grown into better
children.