Could he borrow of any one? Had he nothing of his own to sell or
exchange? Ah! if it had not been for that stupid hoard of little
David's, he might have had even so much! By-the-bye, some of that
collection was his own. He might quite lawfully take that back
again. How much could it be? How much did he put in last week? the
week before? Oh, never mind; some of it was his at all events; there
was no harm in taking that. Most likely he should be able to restore
it four-fold when Colonel Carey made his present; or, if not, nobody
knew exactly what was in Toby Fillpot; and after all very likely they
would forget all about it; people could not think about pigs when
Mamma was ill; or, maybe, he should go to join his ship, and hear no
more of it. So he came home, and crossed the paddock just as the
dinner-bell was ringing, opening the hall-door as the children were
running across it to the dining-room.
Miss Fosbrook, who was walking behind them, turned as he came in.
"Henry," she said, "I have sent Johnnie to dine in the nursery, for
his disobedience in climbing the gate.
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