"What-was-it-go-ahead?" said the nephew, running all his words together, he was so anxious to know.
"Why, if any person was found clearing up anywhere, and it turned out to be a mess that the royal twins had made, the person was thrown from a tower."
"Did it kill them?" the niece inquired, rather faintly.
"Well, no, it didn't kill them exactly, but it bounced them up pretty high. You see, they fell on a bed of India-rubber about twenty feet deep. It gave them a good scare; and that's the great thing in throwing persons from a high tower."
The nephew hastened to improve the opportunity which seemed to be given for asking questions.
"What do you mean exactly by making a mess, uncle?"
"Oh, scattering scraps of paper about, or scuffing the landscape, or getting jam or molasses on the fac
