"We must get into the tower," remarked Flossie. "I have determined all along that we will have tea just on the very spot where Sir Guy threw himself over the wall. I know the very niche. It will seem so exciting to-night when we are dropping off to sleep. I do like to have a sort of eerie feeling when I'm in a very snug bedroom, close to my father and mother, with the door just a teeny bit open between us. I love it. I wouldn't like it if there was anything to be frightened about, but to know that you have been close to something queer and uncanny, it makes you seem to sort of hug yourself up, don't you know the feeling, Nesta?" "I do, and I don't," said Nesta. "I sleep in the room with Molly and Ethel, and we always jabber and jabber until we drop asleep. That's what we do, but we have great fun all the same." Flossie gave a faint sigh. They approached the tower; but to their surprise a custodian stood at the entrance and informed the two little girls that this was a very special show day, and that no one could be admitted into the tower under the large sum of twopence. Neither Nesta nor Flossie had brought a farthing with them, and they stood back, feeling dismayed. "Never mind," said Nesta, "let us go and have tea in the wood, it will be just as good fun." "I suppose it will; only I did want to see the donkey races. Where are the races, please?" continued Flossie, turning to the man. But here again disappointment awaited them. They would not be allowed within sight of the donkey races without paying a penny each. "I have heaps of money at home," said Flossie, "a whole little savings bank of pennies." "And I have half a crown which I have not broken into yet," said Nesta. "It's too bad." "Well, we have an excellent tea, and it is very shady and pleasant in the woods, much better than sitting in your mother's room, getting scolded," said Flossie, "so do come along and let us enjoy ourselves." CHAPTER EIGHT. A FEAST TO DELIGHT THE EYES. Meanwhile matters were not going on quite so comfortably at the Aldworths' house. They began smoothly enough. Mrs Aldworth had spent a morning full of perfect happiness, order, and comfort with her eldest daughter. Marcia had done everything that was possible for the well-being of the invalid. She had given instructions also with regard to the food which she was to be supplied with that afternoon, and last, but not least, had not left her, until she saw her enjoying a delicious little dinner of roast chicken, fresh green peas, and a basket of strawberries.