I've often been told that mine is a valuable life.' So it nestled down inside an old hatbox of father's, which had been brought down from the box-room some days before, when a helmet was suddenly needed for a game of tournaments, with its golden head under its golden wing, and went to sleep.

So then Robert and Cyril moved the table back and were going to sit on the carpet and wish themselves somewhere else.

But before they could decide on the place, Cyril said-- 'I don't know.

Perhaps it's rather sneakish to begin without the girls.' 'They'll be all the morning,' said Robert, impatiently.

And then a thing inside him, which tiresome books sometimes call the 'inward monitor', said, 'Why don't you help them, then ?' Cyril's 'inward monitor' happened to say the same thing at the same moment, so the boys went and helped to wash up the tea-cups, and to dust the drawing-room.