own way in many things,
would, he had sense enough to know, be very much displeased with what he
had done.

"What can have become of Miss Lucy though?" he thought, "I still must
try to find her! I wonder if they know that I cut off her head."

He was allowed to remain in his room till he heard Fanny, who had done
her lessons, calling to him. She invited him to have a game before
dinner on the lawn.

When there, she produced from under her pinafore a trap and bat.

"Papa brought this yesterday in his pocket and gave it to me that I
might play with you."

Fanny put it down on the ground.

"What a strange looking thing," exclaimed Norman, "what are we to do
with it?"

"I will show you," said Fanny, putting the ball into the trap and taking
the bat in her right hand. "Now keep a little behind me, and I will
force the ball up, then I will hit it with the bat and send it up into
the air to a distance."

Fanny, very adroitly, made the ball fly nearly across the lawn.

"You observe where it fell; now go there and try and catch it, and if
you do so you will get me out, and you will have the right to come and
play at the trap till I put you out. Or, if you roll the ball up and
hit the trap you put me out."

Fanny played for some time, but at last, finding that Norman could not
catch the ball nor roll it against the trap, thought that he would
become impatient, and she hit it only a little way. He ran up, and
without discovering that she did this to please him, soon managed to
roll the ball against the trap.

"Ah, I have put you out at last, Miss," he exclaimed, "and now you shall
see where I send the ball to, you had better go to the other side of the
lawn, and try and catch me out if you can!"

Norman seized the bat, looking as if he was going to do great things,
and Fanny went, as he desired her, to a distance.

The first time he struck the trap he upset it, and the ball tumbled down
by his side. Again and again he tried to hit the ball, but always
missed it, and it sometimes scarcely rose out of the cup.

"What a stupid bat this is," he exclaimed, losing patience, "I wonder
you could manage to make the ball jump out of it."

"All you want is patience and practice," answered Fanny, "try and try
again, I do not mind looking out for you?"

Norman made a few more attempts, with equal want of success.

"You have done something to the trap I am sure, or I should be able to
hit the ball," he cried out.