"Oh, do tum back."
"It's such a wet day and we've nothing to do, 'cause it's Saturday, and Saturday's a holiday."
"Do you want me to come and give you lessons then?" said Magdalen, mischievously.
Dead silence—broken at last by Duke.
"Couldn't you tum and tell us more stories?"
Magdalen shook her head.
"I haven't got any ready. Truly I haven't," she said. "It takes me a long time to think of them, always. But I'll tell you what we might do. I'll come up after breakfast with my work and you might all tell me stories. That would amuse everybody. Each of you try to think of one, but you mustn't tell each other what it is."
Hoodie's face lighted up, but Maudie looked rather lugubrious.
"I can't think of one," she said.
"Oh yes you can, if you try," said Magdalen, cheerfully.