CHAPTER X.
-- "THAT CAD SAWYER." "I do not like thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell." OLD RHYME.
And grandmother of course kept her promise.

That evening she read it aloud.
"They were Ryeburn boys--Ryeburn boys to their very heart's core--Jack and his younger brother Carlo, as somehow he had got to be called in the nursery, before he could say his own name plainly." "That's uncle Charlton, who died when he was only about fifteen," whispered Sylvia to Ralph and Molly; "you see grandmother's written it out like a regular story--not saying 'your uncle this' or 'your uncle that,' every minute.

Isn't it nice ?" Grandmother stopped to see what all the whispering was about.
"We beg your pardon, grandmother, we'll be quite quiet now," said the three apologetically.
"They had been at school at Ryeburn since they were quite little fellows, and they thought that nowhere in the world was there a place to be compared with it.

Holidays at home were very delightful, no doubt, but school-days were delightful too.

But for the sayings of good-byes to the dear people left at home--father and mother, big sister and little one, I think Jack and Carlo started for their return journey to school at the end of the midsummer holidays _very_ nearly as cheerfully as they had set off for home eight weeks previously, when these same delightful holidays had begun.