fight," said Oswald; "and I shall be Count Folko of Mont Faucon."
"I'll be Gabrielle," said Dora. She is the only one of us who likes doing girl's parts.
"I'll be Sintram," said Alice; "and H. O. can be the Little Master."
"What about Dicky?"
"Oh, I can be the Pilgrim with the bones."
"Hist!" whispered Alice. "See his white fairy fur gleaming amid yonder covert!"
And I saw a bit of white too. It was Noël's collar, and it had come undone at the back.
We hunted the bear in and out of the trees, and then we lost him altogether; and suddenly we found the wall of the Park—in a place where I'm sure there wasn't a wall before. Noël wasn't anywhere about, and there was a door in the wall. And it was open; so we went through.
"The bear has hidden himself in these mountain fastnesses," Oswald said. "I will draw my good sword and after him."
So I drew the umbrella, which Dora always will bring in case it rains, because Noël gets a cold on the chest at the least thing—and we went on.
The other side of the wall it was a stable yard, all cobble-stones. There was nobody
