“They’re _mine_,” replied he decisively. “Come along, Miss Grey—I’ll escort you.” When the room and books had been shown, with some bickerings between the brother and sister that I did my utmost to appease or mitigate, Mary Ann brought me her doll, and began to be very loquacious on the subject of its fine clothes, its bed, its chest of drawers, and other appurtenances; but Tom told her to hold her clamour, that Miss Grey might see his rocking-horse, which, with a most important bustle, he dragged forth from its corner into the middle of the room, loudly calling on me to attend to it. Then, ordering his sister to hold the reins, he mounted, and made me stand for ten minutes, watching how manfully he used his whip and spurs. Meantime, however, I admired Mary Ann’s pretty doll, and all its possessions; and then told Master Tom he was a capital rider, but I hoped he would not use his whip and spurs so much when he rode a real pony. “Oh, yes, I will!” said he, laying on with redoubled ardour. “I’ll cut into him like smoke! Eeh! my word! but he shall sweat for it.” This was very shocking; but I hoped in time to be able to work a reformation. “Now you must put on your bonnet and shawl,” said the little hero, “and I’ll show you my garden.” “And _mine_,” said Mary Ann. Tom lifted his fist with a menacing gesture; she uttered a loud, shrill scream, ran to the other side of me, and made a face at him. “Surely, Tom, you would not strike your sister! I hope I shall _never_ see you do that.” “You will sometimes: I’m obliged to do it now and then to keep her in order.” “But it is not your business to keep her in order, you know—that is for—” “Well, now go and put on your bonnet.” “I don’t know—it is so very cloudy and cold, it seems likely to rain;—and you know I have had a long drive.” “No matter—you _must_ come; I shall allow of no excuses,” replied the consequential little gentleman. And, as it was the first day of our acquaintance, I thought I might as well indulge him. It was too cold for Mary Ann to venture, so she stayed with her mamma, to the great relief of her brother, who liked to have me all to himself. The garden was a large one, and tastefully laid out; besides several splendid dahlias, there were some other fine flowers still in bloom: but my companion would not give me time to examine them: I must go with him, across the wet grass, to a remote sequestered corner, the most important place in the grounds, because it contained _his_ garden. There were two round beds, stocked with a variety of plants. In one there was a pretty little rose-tree. I paused to admire its lovely blossoms. “Oh, never mind that!” said he, contemptuously. “That’s only _Mary Ann’s_ garden; look, THIS is mine.”