"Yes," said Jack triumphantly; "because the other one had been knocked down. Of course he did."
Jill pondered, as she tried to build up the stones in a tidy form.
"Then," she said, "we must have a proper altar, and I'll get some of the mortar that those horrid men are using for their wall. We'll wait till they have gone to their tea, and then we'll do it."
A resolve once taken by Jill was generally carried out. The three children came in to their school-room tea triumphant.
"We've been building," announced Bumps, "and the thtones are all thtucked together!"
"And Sam is going to make a fence round, and no one will be let in!" added Jack:
"And if the clergyman that's coming isn't nice, I've thought of a lovely plan for our bag; but it's a secret, and I'll tell you, Miss Falkner, to-night when I'm in bed!"
Miss Falkner asked for an explanation of these fragmentary sentences, and her little pupils gradually enlightened her.
When Jill was in bed, she made her governess stoop down, and putting her arms round her neck, whispered—