“There’ll maybe be one if I catch the Tinker that stole the geese!” Mr McQueen said grimly.
Mrs McQueen laughed. “It’s the fierce one you are to talk,” she said, “and you that good-natured when you’re angry that you’d scare not even a fly! Come along now to bed with you,” she added to the Twins. “There you sit with your eyes dropping out of your heads with sleep.”
She helped them undress and popped them into their beds in the next room; then she barred the door, put out the candle, covered the coals in the fireplace, and went to bed in the room on the other side of the kitchen. Last of all, Mr McQueen knocked the ashes from his pipe against the chimney-piece, and soon everything was quiet in their cottage, and in the whole village of Ballymora where they lived.
Chapter Six.
How they went to the Bog.
The next morning when the Twins woke up, the sun was shining in through the one little square window in the bedroom, and lay in a bright patch of yellow on the floor. Eileen sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. Then she stuck her head out between the curtains of her bed. “Is it to-day or to-morrow? I don’t know,” she said.
Larry sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. He peeped out from his curtains. “It isn’t yesterday, anyway,” he said, “and glad I am for that. Do you mind about the Tinkers, Eileen?”
“I do so,” said Eileen, “and the geese.”