"I can't tell--don't think I ever heard."

"We ought to know," said Miss Winter; "it would be awkward to go
without."

"To go roaming about Cocksmoor asking where the man in the hospital
lives!" said Flora. "We can't wait till Monday."

"I've done," said Norman; "I'll run down to the hospital and find
out. May I, mamma?"

"Without your pudding, old fellow?"

"I don't want pudding," said Norman, slipping back his chair.
"May I, mamma?"

"To be sure you may;" and Norman, with a hand on the back of Ethel's
chair, took a flying leap over his own, that set all the glasses
ringing.

"Stop, stop! know what you are going after, sir," cried his father.
"What will they know there of Cocksmoor, or the man whose wife has
twins? You must ask for the accident in number five."

"And oh, Norman, come back in time!" said Ethel.

"I'll be bound I'm back before Etheldred the Unready wants me," he
answered, bounding off with an elasticity that caused his mother to
say the boy was made of india-rubber; and then putting his head in by