[XVII. THE DAY OF TRIAL AND DELIVERANCE]
TRUE HEROISM.
[CHAPTER I.]
IVY LODGE.
"TIRESOME—how tiresome! another rainy day!" cried Tom Gore, turning impatiently from the window.
"Pretty sort of holidays these are, truly," muttered Louis. "One cannot get out for five minutes for a walk, but back one is driven by a shower! Here's the last day of our Easter holidays, and not one—no, not one fair day have we enjoyed."
"Except Sunday," suggested Jessy.
"Oh! Sunday—I did not count Sunday. But what are we to make of ourselves all this long morning?"
"Let's have games," suggested merry little Julia.
"What games? We're tired of all."