'Send them into the garden, Marion,' called out Miss Amabel, from the garden door; 'I am going to the stables, and then I will look after them.'
Little Olive jumped up.
'Oh, let us go out, auntie, and see the pretty flowers.'
'You must be very good children then. Go quietly upstairs, and ask nurse to wrap you up well, as it is rather cold out.'
And then Miss Hunter, who found children rather a perplexing problem, walked back to her book and her fireside, and thought no more about them.
Roland and Olive danced out of doors a little time after, in delight at finding themselves unattended.
'Now,' said Roland peremptorily, 'we're going for a walk, Olive, and you are not to get tired. And we'll go and find those big iron gates first of all; they're down this road.'
Down the avenue trotted the children; it was fully half a mile long, and the thick shrubberies on either side rather alarmed the little girl.
'You're quite sure there isn't a tiger in the bushes?' she asked repeatedly.