“But the snow,� said the Colonel.
“He won’t try it,� returned Verney.
“No, thank Heaven,� said the Colonel, and the sketch was crumpled up and cast aside to fall on the floor under the table.
Supper was over, the table cleared, and the men sat talking together. At this time broke in the twins, beating off the snow and pounding with their cold feet on the floor.
“I have a sword,� and “I have a drum,� cried the twins.
“Goodness, you little rebels! I shall run,� laughed Verney.
“And I,� cried the Count.
“You are late, boys,� said Mrs. Markham.
“Aunt Mary kept us.�
“Did you put away the lantern?�