"Of course she was little. I can quite fancy Gran'ma little. Some people must have been born grown-up. Miss Goodchild was born grown-up, I know. Of course she's nice, but she couldn't ever have been little, Turly." "Nobody could be born grown-up," said Turly. "They've all got to begin babies. Nursey told me so." "Now, Turly! As if God couldn't make us big at once if He liked. And He did. There's Adam. Do you mean to say he wasn't made grown up? And so was Eve." But Turly had got away from the cradle and had opened one of the presses. "Strange-looking things in here," he said. "Hanging up, like people." "Oh, they're old dresses of course," said Terry. "Very old dresses I'm sure they must be. Oh, Turly!" Turly had climbed up and unhooked some things which had caught his fancy. He carried them to the light and examined them. "It's a soldier's uniform," he said, "and it must be very old. It's all stuffy and moth-eaten, and the gold is nearly black. There are green things on it. I know what it is, Terry. It belonged to Gran'ma's uncle in the Irish Brigades. He was killed at Fontenoy. They sent home his things. Nursey told me all about it." "Oh, do put it away, Turly! Don't try to get into it. You're too small, and beside he was killed." "It's too big for me," said Turly. "I wonder if he had it on when he was killed!" "Of course he had. Oh, Turly, do hang it up again!" "I thought it looked like a kill when I saw it hanging there," said Turly. And he hung it up again and closed the door of that press. "Now I'm sure this is Gran'ma's wedding-dress," said Terry. "It's white, you know, though it looks gray, because it's so long ago!" Many other curious discoveries were made, and at last Turly declared he was so hungry that he was sure it must be dinner-time. All the things they had handled were put back in their places, and they ran to the door. Terry turned the handle and shook it, but it would not open. "I locked it when we came in," said Turly. "I was trying the lock." "I can't unlock it," said Terry. Turly tried, and Terry tried again, but the key was fixed in the lock and would not move. Turly got tired struggling with it, and began to kick the door and to call. They listened, and could not hear anybody coming. Everything was exactly as before. "It's very high up," said Tarry, "and the door is so thick." "Perhaps we could get out of the window," said Turly. But the window was perched up on the roof, and there was no balcony. It was so high that they could just see the tops of the trees in the distance. "I shouldn't mind if I weren't so hungry," said Turly. "I suppose they will find us some time or other." "They'll never think of looking for us here, I'm afraid," said Terry. Turly ran over to the grate. "I say," he cried, "this is an awfully short chimney, and ever so wide. I'm going to get to the top of it and wave a flag." "Do you think you could, Turly? Are you sure you would not hurt yourself?"