"I must come in when I want my things out of my drawer," said John ruefully.
"What a pity we can't find a chest to match that jimcrack in the corner!"
"Let's go and see."
No sooner said than done, and sure enough there was a set, but on looking every drawer was full.
The boys were now so thoroughly in the spirit of the thing that they forgot all caution, and after a rapid glance to see where they could stow the things, out they bundled them heap on heap, till the drawers were empty, then they paused and looked at each other.
"I say, Hugh, we are in for it now; I don't believe we ought to have done this."
"It can't be helped now; we must eat humble pie."
"Look here, I won't do a thing more of this sort. Here's a precious mess for that poor Agnes, and I scouted the idea of giving her any trouble."
"She'll be home soon, if she isn't now."
"Then let's make haste. Fetch up my things. Hugh, will you?"