Ernest kept on with the girls, now, on their side of the brook. It would be an anti-climax to catch any more turtles this afternoon.
"If I could find one," said Gladys, "I would carry it home for my aquarium."
"Oh, have you an aquarium?" asked Faith with interest.
"Yes, a fine one. It has gold and silver fish and a number of little water creatures, and a grotto with plants growing around it."
"How lovely it must be," said Faith, and Gladys saw her press her lips to the baby prince's polished back.
"She's an awfully selfish girl," thought Gladys. "I wouldn't treat company so for anything!"
"You'll see the aquarium Faith and I have," said Ernest. "It's only a tub, but we get a good deal of fun out of it. It's our stable, too, you see. Did you notice we caught one of our old horses to-day? Let's see him, Faith," and Ernest poked among the turtles and brought out one with a little hole made carefully in the edge of his shell.
"It seems very cruel to me," said Gladys, with a superior air.
"Oh, it isn't," returned Faith eagerly. "We'd rather hurt each other than the turtles, wouldn't we, Ernest?"