"What a very short visit!" echoed Miles, who always thought it incumbent on him to say the same thing as his brother.
"I will pay you a longer visit next time," said Uncle Charlie, as he kissed the two little faces.
"But when will next time be?" persisted Humphrey.
"Yes! when will next time be?" repeated Miles.
"Ah! when indeed?" said Uncle Charlie.
CHAPTER III.
"I have got so many plans in my head, that I think I shall burst," said Humphrey to Miles the next morning, as they stood on the door-steps, watching the dog-cart vanishing in the distance, on its way to the station, with their father and uncle. "Some of the things Uncle Charlie was telling us about would be quite easy for us to do. You wouldn't be afraid, I suppose, to climb up the big tree overhanging the pond where the water-lilies are?"
"No," said Miles, rather doubtfully, "not if you went on first and gave me your hand: but that tree is a long way off—wouldn't one of the trees in the orchard do?"