Neville looked up suddenly from one of the now uncovered pincushions which he had been examining.
'You've forgotten about the scent,' he said.
'No, we haven't,' said Kathleen. 'Aunty has some sachet-powder she is going to give us.'
'And I'll tell you what,' he went on, 'you'd better get some fresh bran. This cushion does smell a little musty, and it won't be much trouble to unfasten it from the top of the box, and fill it fresh. Look, it's only tacked down at the corners. The silk top keeps it in its place. Mrs. Wynne must have been a faddy old lady. Just see—there's a sheet of note-paper under the cushion—and the date she made it.'
He drew out the paper as he spoke. On it was written, as he said, the date, 'Ty-gwyn, January 24th, 1865.'
'What a good plan!' said Philippa; 'the thick paper keeps it all so nice and even—perhaps she did it for that too. Let us put papers in ours with the date, Kathie. Perhaps our great-grandchildren will find them some day. We'd better put our names too.'
Kathie had no objection. And Neville very good-naturedly went off to the 'shop' to get some nice bran, to be ready for to-morrow.