ound; a separate room built out from the
house, the roof sloping out under the windows of the day-nursery.

[Illustration: GIVE US A COPPER!]

The first thing we thought of was calling the little ones to hear the
music; but when I proposed it, Alick said he was sure they knew all
about it, he could hear their voices. Lottie declared that that was
impossible; we never heard anything from the nursery unless the window
was open. Just then the men began to beg, and Alick ran off to get some
pence. Grandmamma said they were to have a cup of the servants' tea, and
Alick went to the kitchen to ask for it. When he came back, he told us
that Susette was down there getting baby's supper, and that Jane was
teazing her about her "brothers the players!"

"Oh, Alick!" cried Lottie, "then that's it! Murray and Bertie have got
the window open to hear better, and in all this fog and wet!"

Alick was just going to laugh at her for being such an "old fidget,"
when we were startled by a loud cry, and the sound of something falling
down the roof. At the same moment we saw Harry rushing up to the
house--he was just home from his lessons at the curate's--throwing his
arms about in the most excited way.

"Oh, it's Murray tumbled out of window?" cried Lottie. And away we all
rushed to the front door, feeling sick with fear.

Now, up the side of the wall grew a very thick, bushy fig-tree, the stem
of which was very big of its kind. When we rushed out into the foggy
air, there was Harry clambering so cleverly up among the large, wet
leaves; and on the edge of the roof, caught by his clothes in some way
that we could not see, was poor little Murray! Susette covered her face
with her hands, and most of us turned away too frightened to look. I
remember hiding my face in Jane's gown, and feeling her stroking my
hair; and I never looked up till there was a cry that it was all right,
and Harry and Murray were both safe on the ground again.

How glad we all were, and how we all talked at once, and said how we had
felt, and how Murray cried though he wasn't hurt, only frightened--all
this I mustn't stop to tell you. By and by it came to be one of those
things that are always nice to talk about with shudders, and sighs, and
laughter. Many and many a tea-time the same wonder and thankfulness were
repeated, always beginning with, "Don't you remember that dreadful day?"
and so on.

Meanwhile Christmas was coming, and Christmas weather came sooner sti