Albert's uncle was writing a book in the country; we were to go to
his house. We were glad of this--Daisy and Denny too. This we
bore nobly. We knew we had deserved it. We were all very sorry
for everything, and we resolved that for the future we WOULD be
good.

I am not sure whether we kept this resolution or not. Oswald
thinks now that perhaps we made a mistake in trying so very hard to
be good all at once. You should do everything by degrees.

P.S.--It turned out Daisy was not really dead at all. It was only
fainting--so like a girl.


N.B.--Pincher was found on the drawing-room sofa.


Appendix.--I have not told you half the things we did for the
jungle--for instance, about the elephants' tusks and the horse-hair
sofa-cushions, and uncle's fishing-boots.



CHAPTER 2
THE WOULDBEGOODS

When we were sent down into the country to learn to be good we felt
it was rather good business, because we knew our being sent there
was really only to get us out of the way for a little while, and we
knew right enough that it wasn't a punishment, though Mrs Blake