’No, I won’t,’ I cried, my Irish grandmother at once ’agin the government.’ I just loved that crawl across that tree, because the boys were simply furious and could do nothing. It was no use coming after me if the branch were rotten, it would only have made things worse. When I got to the end I said elegantly, ’Yah, I told you it wasn’t,’ and as I said it the beastly thing snapped and I went into the lake with a splash. I could swim all right but hadn’t had any practice with my clothes on. Sam and Ross were in after me like a flash and got me back to land, and we stood three dripping objects, two in a perfect fury with the third. Then, as my luck was dead out, we heard the horses, and there were mother and daddy, Uncle Jasper and Aunt Constance out for a morning ride. Uncle Jasper was suddenly jerked back out of the Middle Ages: Aunt Constance tumbled out of heaven, mother looked frightfully worried, and daddy lost his temper, and said it was simply abominable that two big boys of their age couldn’t look after a little girl of mine. But how he reconciled that remark with his Christian conscience I don’t know, seeing there was only six months difference between the eldest and the youngest—but those boys would always grow so. Daddy ordered them to go home at once, and when they had got into dry things to wait in his dressing-room till he had leisure to give them the biggest thrashing they’d ever had yet. Then mother wrung out my clothes, and Uncle Jasper remarked that the children who lived before the Reformation never behaved so badly; Aunt Constance had got to that bit of the General Thanksgiving where you bless Him for preservation, especially of nieces and nephews and boys who live at lodges; Ross and Sam were just turning to go home when I—honestly it was the first minute I could speak, I had swallowed such a lot of water—exclaimed,— ’Father, how dare you be so wickedly unjust?’ Every one looked at me as I hurled that bombshell. People didn’t usually speak so to father—least of all his children, but daddy never gets angry at the things you’d think he would, and all he said was,— ’What do you mean, little ’un?’ ’Why, father, they told me not to go.’ ’It was my fault, sir; I ought to have seen she didn’t,’ Ross interrupted. ’I don’t suppose she heard me say the branch was rotten, sir,’ said Sam. But I exclaimed,— ’Oh, daddy, they are telling frightful lies; I did hear Sam say that it was rotten, and Ross told me not to go.’ So father said, ’Sorry, old chaps,’ to Ross and Sam, and they said, ’It was quite all right, sir.’ So father said, ’Well, run her home, boys, so that she doesn’t catch cold,’ and mother called after us, ’Give her some hot milk.’ So Ross and Sam ran me home and said I was a jolly decent kid, which was drivel. And after Nannie had got me dry, I went and waited in father’s dressing-room. As he and mother came upstairs I heard daddy say,—