in_?"

We didn't.

"It's by Miss Charlotte M. Yonge," Daisy interrupted, "and it's about a
family of poor motherless children who tried so hard to be good, and
they were confirmed, and had a bazaar, and went to church at the
Minster, and one of them got married and wore black watered silk and
silver ornaments. So her baby died, and then she was sorry she had not
been a good mother to it. And--"

Here Dicky got up and said he'd got some snares to attend to, and he'd
receive a report of the Council after it was over. But he only got as
far as the trap-door, and then Oswald, the fleet of foot, closed with
him, and they rolled together on the floor--while all the others called
out "Come back! Come back!" like guinea-hens on a fence.

Through the rustle and bustle and hustle of the struggle with Dicky,
Oswald heard the voice of Denny murmuring one of his everlasting
quotations:

"'Come back, come back!' he cried in Greek,
'Across the stormy water,
And I'll forgive your Highland cheek,
My daughter, O my daughter!'"

When quiet was restored and Dicky had agreed to go through with the
Council, Denny said:

"_The Daisy Chain_ is not a bit like that really. It's a ripping book.
One of the boys dresses up like a lady and comes to call, and another
tries to hit his little sister with a hoe. It's jolly fine, I tell you."

Denny is learning to say what he thinks, just like other boys. He would
never have learned such words as "ripping" and "jolly fine" while under
the auntal tyranny.

Since then I have read _The Daisy Chain_. It is a first-rate book for
girls and little boys.

But we did not want to talk about _The Daisy Chain_ just then, so Oswald
said:

"But what's your lark?"

Denny got pale pink and said:

"Don't hurry me. I'll tell you directly. Let me think a minute."

Then he shut his pale pink eyelids a moment in thought, and then opened
them and stood up on the straw and said very fast:

"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears, or if not ears, pots.
You know we've been told that they are going to open the barrow, to
look for Roman remains to-morrow. Don't you think it seems a pity they
shouldn't find any?"

"Perhaps they will," Dora said. But Oswald _saw_, and he said, "Primus!
Go ahead, old man."

The Dentist went ahead.

"In _The Daisy Chain_," he said, "they dug in a Roman encampment, and
the children went first and put some pottery there they'd made
themselves, and H