"But they're not nice," said Angelica. "No, but you don't think of that till you've got them," was the outcome of Diavolo's experience. "Is your storeroom on the ground floor?" he asked Evadne. "No," she answered. "Is there a creeper outside the window?" he pursued. "No, creepers won't grow because a big lime tree hangs it." The children exchanged glances. "I shouldn't have made that room a storeroom," said Angelica. "Lime trees bring flies. There's something flies like on the leaves." "But any tree will bring flies if you smear the leaves with sweet stuff," said Diavolo. "You remember that copper-beech outside papa's dressing room window, Angelica?" "Yes," she said thoughtfully. "He had to turn out of his dressing room this summer; he couldn't stand them." "But was Binny often caught, Evadne?" Diavolo asked. "Often," she said. "And punished?" "_Always_." "But I suppose he had generally eaten the apples?" Angelica suggested anxiously. "It's better to eat them at once," sighed Diavolo. "Did you say he did everything he was told not to do?" "Yes." "I expect when he was told not to do a thing he could not think of anything else until he _had_ done it," said Angelica. "And now he's in heaven," Diavolo speculated, looking up through the window with big bright eyes pathetically. The twins thought a good deal about heaven in their own way. Lady Adeline did not like them to be talked to on the subject. They were indefatigable explorers, and it was popularly supposed that only the difficulty of being present at an inquest on their own bodies, which they would have thoroughly enjoyed, had kept them so far from trying to obtain a glimpse of the next world. They discovered the storeroom at Fraylingay half an hour after they had discussed the improving details of Binny's exciting career, and had found it quite easy of access by means of the available lime tree. They both suffered a good deal that night, and they thought of Binny. "But there's nothing in _our_ pockets, that's one comfort," Diavolo exclaimed suddenly, to the astonishment of his mother, who was sitting up with him. Angelica heaved a sigh of satisfaction. Evadne's patience with the twins was wonderful. She always took charge of them cheerfully on wet days and in other times of trouble, and managed them with infinite tact. "How do you do it, my dear?" Lady Adeline asked. "Do you talk to them and tell them stories?" "No," said Evadne, "I don't talk much; I--just don't lose sight of them--or interfere--if I can possibly help it."