"Yes, let us put it straight," said Raymond, "for I know I did hear mother tell us to."
So the two set to work and sorted the toys, and put them away in the cupboard; then they began to try to disentangle the twine of the kite-tail that was twisted round the chairs.
"Oh, dear! this is tiresome!" cried Raymond, as he bent his sunny head over the task.
"It does hurt my fingers!" said Ralph, knitting his dark brows.
Presently Raymond looked up with a beaming face.
"I know mother is looking at us all the time," he said; "I can feel she is smiling!"
Ralph looked round the room. "She is not here," he answered, "it is only the sunlight through the window."
"I know I can't see her," said Raymond again, "but I can feel she is smiling."
Then they were silent, and went on with their work.