Sally was not as thorough in her thinking as her brother was.

She had, in the zeal of her intention, thought that these were some particular kind of songs, and she now looked with some confusion at the book in which only black notes were to be found.

Ritz, too, was now roused to interest in the doings.

He too had taken up a book and read rather laboriously: "Battle Sonnets" from-- "What! You have also been to my table, Sally ?" the aunt interrupted the reader.

"You children are really terrible! At any rate you ought to have been in bed long ago; it is high time, pack together." But this time Sally showed herself unusually obstinate.