crept into their pleasant, soft, sweet nest of straw and leaves and fern and grass, and went to sleep. But Selim was vexed with Thomasina because she had thought of mother before he had, and he said she had taken all the fern—and they went to sleep rather cross. They woke crosser. So far they had both helped to make the bed every morning, but to-day neither wanted to.
“I don’t see why I should make the beds,” said he; “it’s a girl’s work, not a boy’s.”
“I don’t see why I should do it,” said Thomasina; “it’s a servant’s place, not a young lady’s.”
And then a very strange and terrible thing happened. Quite suddenly, out of nothing and out of nowhere, appeared a housemaid—large and stern and very neat indeed, and she said—
“You are quite right, miss; it is my place to make the beds. And I am instructed to see that you are both in bed by seven.”
Think how dreadful this must have been to children who had been going to bed just when they felt inclined. They went out on to the beach.
“You see what comes of being naughty,”
