he certainly suffered the keenest
remorse when he saw how ill Stella was; it was Stella who suffered most
from his wrong-doing. For many days she was very, very ill, and it was
some time before she was quite her old merry self again.

CHAPTER VI.

A SLOW LEARNER.

A few days later Mr. Anketell arrived for a fortnight's holiday, and all
the sad story had to be told to him. He was terribly grieved and upset--
grieved to see his bright, happy Stella so wan and quiet, and troubled
sorely to think Paul had so far forgotten himself and his duty to the
younger ones as to place their lives in danger.

"You cannot expect Michael to look up to you," said his father sternly.
"And you are setting him a very bad example. I shall have to send for one
of the maids to come and look after you all, for we cannot have such
things happening! I will not have your mother so worried and frightened,
and the children's lives jeopardised by your disobedience and
foolhardiness."

And the maid would have been sent for had not Paul given his word to be
more careful and better behaved in future.

Another person with whom Mr. Anketell was very irate was Farmer Minards;
he blamed him greatly for leaving so dangerous a spot unguarded in any
way, and he spoke so plainly about it that that very same day a man went
out with a cartload of white hurdles to place around the margin of the
morass. To every one else they were a comfort and a safeguard, but to
Paul they were a shame and a constant reminder of his foolishness.

"Us'd have the moor speckled all over with white hurdles if we had you
living here for long, sur." They were driving slowly along the road,
Paul sitting beside Muggridge in the cart, when Muggridge pointed with his
whip at the hurdles and laughed. A hot blush rushed over Paul's face, and
a sudden furious anger against his companion surged up in his heart.
How dare he laugh at him, a gentleman, and a visitor?

"_You_ told me anybody light could get across," he said sulkily, and he
looked away across the moor that Muggridge might not see the tears of
anger and mortification which would well up in his eyes.

"So he could."

"Well you couldn't find anyone much lighter than I am, and I went in," and
he shuddered at the recollection.

"Of course you did, and so would any one who hadn't the sense not to go
right slap in the middle as you did. I meant right 'long out the edge,
where Jim has put the hurdles."

Paul laug