was a short silence; then Mrs. Handsomebody said didactically:
"The elder Mr. Pegg is a much travelled gentleman, and one of the most noted archæologists of the day. A trifle eccentric in his manner perhaps but a deep thinker. David, can you tell me what an archæologist is?"
"Something you pretend you are," said Angel, "and you ain't."
"Nonsense!" snapped Mrs. Handsomebody. "Look it up in your Johnson's when you go upstairs, and let me know the result. I will excuse you now."
We found The Seraph lounging in a chair in the schoolroom.
"Too bad about the dumpling, old boy," I said consolingly.
"Oh, not too bad," he replied. "Mary Ellen fetched it up the backstairs to me. I'm vewy full."
That afternoon we saw Captain Pegg go for a walk with his son and daughter-in-law. He looked quite altered in a long grey coat and tall hat. Mr. and Mrs. Mortimer Pegg seemed proud to walk with him.
The following day was warm and sunny. When lessons were over we rushed to our bedroom window and to our joy we found that the window opposite was wide open, the wicker cage
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