"What, father? Oh, yes, she did eat the crust! But I think that was only out of politeness. I'm sure it nearly choked her."
"Well, Archie, what will you do else to-morrow?"
"Oh, then, you know, Elsie, the fun will only just be beginning, because we're going to open the north tower of the castle. It's already furnished."
"And you're going to be installed as King of the North Tower?" said his father.
"Installed, father? Rupert, what does that mean?
"Led in with honours, I suppose."
"Oh, father, I'll instal myself; or Sissie there will; or old Kate; or Branson, the keeper, will instal me. That's easy. The fun will all come after that."
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Burley Old Farm, as it was called—and sometimes Burley Castle—was, at the time our story opens, in the heyday of its glory and beauty. Squire Broadbent, Archie's father, had been on it for a dozen years and over. It was all his own, and had belonged to a bachelor uncle before his time. This uncle had never made the slightest attempt to cause two blades of grass to grow where only one had grown before. Not he. He was well content to live on the little estate, as his father had done before him, so long as things paid their way; so long as plenty of sleek beasts were seen in the fields in summer, or wading knee-deep in the straw-yard in winter; so long as pigs, and poultry, and feather stock of every conceivable sort, made plenty of noise about the farm-steading, and there was plenty of human life about, the old Squire had been content. And why shouldn't he have been? What does a North-country farmer need, or what has he any right to long for, if his larder and coffers are both well filled, and he can have a day on the stubble or moor, and ride to the hounds when the crops are in?
But his nephew was more ambitious. The truth is he came from the South, and brought with him what the honest farmer-folks of the Northumbrian borders call a deal of new-fangled notions. He had come from the South himself, and he had not been a year in the place before he went back, and in due time returned to Burley Old Farm with a bonnie young bride. Of course there were people in the neighbourhood who did not hesitate to say, that the Squire might have married nearer home, and that there was no accounting for taste. For all this and all that, both the Squire and his wife were not long in making themselves universal favourites all round the country-side; for they went everywhere, and did everything; and the neighbours were all welcome to call at Burley when they liked, and had to call when Mrs. Broadbent issued invitations.