"Steady on, old lady!" and a flying pillow drove her into retreat.
Pheasant appeared at her door, her short hair all on end. "May I play, too?" she cried, hopping up and down.
"Back to your hole, little hedgehog!" said Renny, giving her a feathery thump as he passed.
He was after Nicholas, who had suddenly become cognizant of his gout and could scarcely hobble. Piers and Finch were after him. They cornered him, and Nicholas, from being the well-nigh exhausted quarry, became the aggressor, and helped to belabor him.
Eden stood at the top of the stairs, laughingly holding off little Wake, who was manfully wielding a long old-fashioned bolster. Ernest, with one last hilarious fling in him, stole forth from his room, and hurled a solid sofa cushion at the pair. It struck Eden on the chest. He backed. He missed his footing. He fell. Down the stairs he went, crashing with a noise that aroused Grandmother, who began to rap the floor with her stick.
"What's up? What have you done?" asked Renny.
"My God! I've knocked the lad downstairs. What if I've killed him!"
The brothers streamed helter-skelter down the stairs.
"Oh, those stairs," groaned Eden. "I've twisted my leg. I can't get up."
"Don't move, old fellow." They began to feel him all over. The women emerged from their rooms.
"I have been expecting an accident," said Augusta, looking more offended than usual.
"Oh, whatever is the matter?" cried Alayne.
Ernest answered, wringing his hands: "Can you ever forgive me, Alayne? Piers says I've broken Eden's leg."
