To confess the truth, Fred had been quite spoiled by being the pet and plaything of the school he attended with Frank—and, indeed, of the house where his mother lodged also. He was a very handsome child, being like his father, and he was also a self-willed little monkey, who liked his own way, and was but little used to contradiction. Seeing "muddie" but for a short time each day, he was always very happy and tolerably good with her, so that poor Janet had little idea that her son had learned to get his own way—entirely with Frank, and to a great extent with others—by howling loudly when not pleased. Thus I may say that I do not altogether grudge him a little discipline, though a box on the ears is not a safe way to apply it. Frank took his brother's hand, and drew him through the little gate into a large, old-fashioned garden, primly and stiffly laid out, and full of various flowers, though there was nothing very fine or rare. But to a child a flower is a flower, and there were walks to run up and down, little thickets of evergreen to explore, and, in the middle, a marble basin full of gold-fish. In fact, it was a Paradise, and in this Paradise, these two little Adams were to be left to their own devices. "I shall come for you at two—that's my dinner-time, children. You must not walk on the beds nor pick flowers nor do any mischief, but play about and amuse yourselves. And I do hope, Frank, that you'll pick up a little colour, for at present, you're a show. I shall lock you in. Now mind, if you do any mischief, I shall whip you soundly." To leave two boys, one not quite seven and the other only four, alone in a garden full of flowers, and to expect them to gather none is to expect too much of such very young human nature. Frank would never have done it, but Fred did; and Frank, though he disapproved, did not actually interfere to stop him. Mrs. Rayburn spent the rest of the morning in writing to Lord Beaucourt, telling him what had happened (in her own way), and asking leave to keep the boys with her until their parents sent for them. As she had before given Lord Beaucourt to understand that Fred Rayburn was a ne'er-do-weel, who had ruined her, and his wife a silly, shiftless body, who never saw what mischief was going on, while she herself was a most amiable, trustful being, whose little all had been made away with by this thriftless pair, the earl was quite ready to pity her. He wrote that he was sorry that she had new difficulties with her stepson, but that the children would be in no one's way at Kelmersdale, and she could keep them, if she liked. This answer, of course, did not come for two or three days. At two, Mrs. Rayburn went to the garden for the two boys, caught them red-handed—that is to say, Fred had his hand full of some gaudy tulips and china roses—and proceeded to administer what she called justice at once. She had found them near the marble basin, and on the edge of this she sat down.