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"I haven't any words left. It is all so wonderful. You have never been to our home at Wellham Springs, or else you would understand." He smiled. "I think I can understand," he said, "what it is like. I, too, you know, was brought up at a farmhouse." Her eyes smiled at him across the table. "You should see my room," she said, "at home.

Railsford might make a base use of his opportunity as partner on the tricycle to corner him about his misdeeds and generally to "jaw" him. Besides, as Dig was going too, it would be ever so much jollier if Dig and he could go to Wellham together and let the masters go by themselves. "We must work it somehow, Dig," said Arthur.

Great therefore was his astonishment and delight when on the evening before the term holiday Railsford put his head into the study and said "Arthur, would you like to come to-morrow to the Field Club picnic at Wellham Abbey?" "Rather," said Arthur. "Very well; be ready at ten. I've ordered a tandem tricycle." Arthur was in ecstasy.

In other words, have you any feeling of what people, I believe, call gratitude towards me?" "I wonder that you can ask me that," she answered, a little tremulously. "You know that I am very, very grateful indeed." "You like your life?" he asked. "You find it" he hesitated for a moment "more amusing than at Wellham Springs?"

Dig was standing somewhat lugubriously beside Arthur, inspecting the tandem, and wondering how he was to get to Wellham, when Mr Grover came up and said to Railsford "How are you going, Railsford? Not in that concern, are you? Come and walk with me, I've not had a chat with you for ages." Arthur felt a violent dig in his ribs from the delighted baronet.

The securing them was easy enough, for on that particular evening Arthur and Dig were roosting on the big arch of Wellham Abbey, in no condition to interfere if all their worldly goods had been ransacked. The remainder the reader knows. That eventful evening was to witness one more solemnity before the order for "lights out" cut short its brief career.

He stays at old Wellham, about five miles down the river, where the people are not true Moonites. And one thing that puzzles them is, that although he puts up there simply for the angling, he always chooses times when the water is so low that to catch fish is next to impossible.

Here, though, she felt her looks of small avail; she might reign as a queen in Wellham Springs, but she felt herself a very insignificant person in the home of her uncle, the great railway millionaire and financier, Mr. Phineas Duge.

"At the risk of being grievously misunderstood, Doctor Ponsford," replied Railsford slowly and nervously, yet firmly, "I must decline to answer that question." "Very well, sir," said the doctor briskly; "this conversation is at an end for the present." Thanks to youth and strong constitutions, Arthur and Dig escaped any very serious consequences from their night's exposure at Wellham Abbey.

As they were Naturalist Field Club people, our boys supposed they knew what they were saying, and dismissed their qualms in consequence. Wellham Abbey was ten miles off. Most of the party proposed to reach it on foot. Mr Roe was driving with the doctor and his niece, and one or two others, like Railsford, preferred to travel on wheels.