The rushing of servants to and fro, the calling of guests, the scolding of servants in the kitchen, the banging of doors, the general hubbub, the noise and clatter, were all idealized by me into one of those royal festivals Mary so often described.

To be allowed to carry plates of bread and butter, pie and cheese I counted a high privilege.

But more especially I enjoyed listening to the conversations in regard to the probable fate of our friends the prisoners in the jail.

On one occasion I projected a few remarks into a conversation between two lawyers, when one of them turned abruptly to me and said, "Child, you'd better attend to your business; bring me a glass of water." I replied indignantly, "I am not a servant; I am here for fun." In all these escapades we were followed by Peter, black as coal and six feet in height.

It seems to me now that his chief business was to discover our whereabouts, get us home to dinner, and take us back to school.