"No."
"Then you're two rotters!"
"Hush, Edmund; you can teach them! Now I shall have to go. No, children, I can't stay to tea. I must get back to town as soon as I can."
In a few minutes Aunt Frances had gone. Nurse went out of the nursery with her, and they had some talk together downstairs. When she came back to the nursery, Edmund had made himself thoroughly at home. He was talking in the most eager way, and Freda and Daffy were deeply interested in what he was saying.
"Fireworks and a bonfire! How lovely! Have you the fireworks in your box?"
He nodded.
"Mums gave them to me; and I have an air-gun. Are there any things to shoot in the park?"
"Now look here, Master Edmund," interrupted Nurse, "I'm quite willing to have the charge of you if you behave like a little gentleman, but I'm not going to have you play any antics here. And as to fireworks and guns and bonfires, they are all dangerous things, and we can do without them."
"Mums gave me the fireworks. She said the gardener would help me send them off!"
"Oh well," said Nurse more mildly, "that's a different thing. We'll see what Mr. Trimmer will say to that. Now you follow me, and I'll show you the bedroom you're going to have."