spaniel, was scratching at the already much bescratched front door.
"What does Flossie want?" asked Meg.
"I dunno."
"Why, she wants to get out. Merlin must be out there. Was he there when you came in?"
"I didn't see him."
"Let Flossie out, Rags. She wants Merlin."
"No, don't let her out," bawled Finch. "She'll only bring more mud in. Put her in the kitchen."
"Yes, I believe that would be better. Put her in the kitchen, Rags."
Finch said: "I've got to do some practising."
"No, dear," replied his sister, firmly. "It's tea-time, You can't practise now. It's time for tea."
"But, look here," cried Finch. "I shan't get any practising to-night, then. I've a lot of lessons to do."
"You shouldn't be so late coming home. That's one reason I didn't want you to have such an expensive teacher. It's so worrying when there's no opportunity for practising. But, of course, Alayne would have it."
"Darn it all!" bawled Finch. "Why can't I practise in peace?"
"Finch, go upstairs this instant and change into dry things."
The door of Gran's room opened and Uncle Nick put his head out.
"What's this row about?" he asked. "Mamma is sleeping."
"It's Finch. He is being very unruly." Meg turned her round sweet face toward Nicholas.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself. And all the money which is being spent on your music! Get upstairs with you. You deserve to have your ears cuffed."
Finch, with his ears as red as though they had already
