“Not you, of course. Too jolly good; you are such a nice innocent sort of boy. Halloo! that the telescope? what a tuppenny-ha’penny thing.”
“Uncle is going to have a big one soon.”
“Oh, is he! What’s that door for?”
“To open and look out at the stars.”
“And that wheel?”
“To turn the whole of the roof round.”
“Turn it then.”
Tom obeyed good-humouredly enough, though at heart he resented the hectoring, bullying way adopted by his cousin, and thought how glad he would be when Monday came.
Then the shutter was opened, and the lads got out into the little gallery, where Tom began to point out the beauty of the landscape, and the distant houses and villages to be seen from the commanding height.
“Isn’t there a splendid view?” he said.