“Hurrah!” was the natural response.
“And we shall have more money to spend and be more comfortable. And you can go to a really nice school. And where do you think we’re going to live?”
“Not,” said Elfrida, in a whisper,—“not at the castle?”
“Why, how did you guess?”
Elfrida looked at Edred. He hastily swallowed a large mouthful of chicken to say, “Auntie, I do hope you won’t mind. We went to Arden to-day. You said we might go this year.”
Then the whole story came out—yes, quite all, up to the saying of the spell.
“And did anything happen?” Aunt Edith asked. The children were thankful to see that she was only interested, and did not seem vexed at what they had done.
“Well,” said Elfrida slowly, “we saw a mole——”
Aunt Edith laughed, and Edred said quickly—
“That’s all the story, auntie. And I am Lord Arden, aren’t I?”