“Yes, Harry! You remind me of Meddlesome Matty in the nursery rhymes,

“Sometimes she’d lift the teapot lid

To peep at what was in it,

Or tilt the kettle, if you did

But turn your back a minute.

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]In vain you told her not to touch,

Her trick of meddling grew so much.”

You have scarcely left my poor table a leg to stand upon! How am I ever to get it mended?”

“Perhaps the carpenter could do it to-morrow!”

“Or, perhaps uncle David could do it this moment,” said Major Graham, raising the fallen side with a sudden jerk, when Harry and Laura heard a sound under the table like the locking of a door, after which the whole affair was rectified.