“Is that straight?” he asked.
“It’s straight enough,” answered Ambrose moodily, “but I don’t see much good in putting it up.”
David turned round with a face of wonder. “We must have shelves,” he said.
“But we haven’t got anything to put on them,” replied Ambrose. “It looks silly to have them all empty.”
David looked rather mournful.
“Of course they’d be much better full,” he agreed; “but what can we do? How can we get things?”
“Isn’t it a pity,” said Ambrose, “that we couldn’t ask father to take us to Rumborough? We could find enough there to fill the museum easily in half an hour.”
David nodded and sighed.
“Why shouldn’t we go alone?” said Ambrose, making a bold plunge. “I know the way.” He looked full at his brother.
David did not seem at all startled. He merely said, as he put his hammer into the tool-box—“Miss Grey wouldn’t let us.”