at him over the wall. We were properly abashed and ducked our heads discreetly at once, but were reassured by hearing him run rapidly toward us, calling, "Stop, if you please! Have you anything on just now,—are you busy?"
We answered that we were quite at leisure.
"Then would you mind coming in to help us play 'Sir Patrick Spens?' There aren't enough of us to do it nicely."
This confidence was touching, and luckily it was not in the least misplaced. Playing "Sir Patrick Spens" was exactly in our line, little as he suspected it.
"Come and help?" I said. "Simply delighted! Do come, Fanny dear. How can we get over the wall?"
"I'll show you the good broken place!" cried Sir Apple-Cheek; and following his directions we scrambled through, while Rafe took off his Highland bonnet ceremoniously and handed us down to earth.
"Hurrah! now it will be something like fun! Do you know 'Sir Patrick Spens'?"
"Every word of it. Don't you want us to pass an examination before you allow us in the game?"
"No," he answered gravely; "it's a great help, of course, to know it, but it isn't necessary. I keep the words in my pocket to prompt Dandie, and the Wrig can only say two lines, she's
