"Oh, you don't, nephew?" Miss Scudamore said, looking at him sharply, and then shaking her head decidedly two or three times. "If your looks do not belie you both sadly, you are about as hair-brained a couple of lads as my worst enemies could wish to see sent to plague me; but," she added to herself, as she turned to lead the way indoors, "I must do my duty, and must make allowances; boys will be boys, boys will be boys, so they say at least, though why they should be is more than I can make out. Now, Rhoda, I will take you up with me. Your bedroom leads out of mine, dear. Hester," she said to a prim-looking servant who had come out after her to the door; "will you show my nephews to their room? Dinner will be ready at two; it is just a quarter to the hour now. I see that you have got watches, so that you will be able to be punctual; and I must request you, when you have done washing, not to throw the water out of the window, because my flower-beds are underneath." Tom had great difficulty in keeping his countenance, while he assured his aunt that his brother and himself never did empty their basins out of the window. "That is right," Miss Scudamore said doubtfully; "but I have heard that boys do such things." Once fairly in their room and the door shut, the boys had a great laugh over their aunt's ideas as to boys. "There is one comfort," Tom said at last; "whatever we do we shall never surprise her." "I think we shall get on very well with her," Peter said. "She means to be kind, I am sure. This is a jolly room, Tom." It was a low wainscoted room, with a very wide window divided into three by mullions, and fitted with latticed panes. They were open, and a delicious scent of flowers came in from the garden. The furniture was all new and very strong, of dark stained wood, which harmonized well with the paneling. There were no window curtains, but a valance of white dimity hung above the window. There was a piece of carpet between the beds; the rest of the floor was bare, but the boards were of old oak, and looked as well without it. Several rows of pegs had been put upon the walls, and there was a small chest of drawers by each bed. "This is very jolly, Peter; but it is a pity that there are bars to the window." When they came down to dinner they found that Rhoda, quite done up with her journey, had gone to bed. "You like your room, I hope, nephews," Miss Scudamore said, after they had taken their seats. "Yes, aunt, very much. There is only one drawback to it." "What is that, Thomas?" "Oh, please, aunt, don't call me Thomas; it is a dreadful name; it is almost as bad as Tommy. Please call me Tom. I am always called Tom by every one." "I am not fond of these nicknames," Miss Scudamore said. "There is a flippancy about them of which I do not approve."