“Yes,” said Edred, “and you’ve got to be nice to me for a whole day, or it’s no use my believing.”
“Aren’t I generally nice?” the girl pleaded, and her lips trembled.
“Yes,” said her brother. “Yes, Lady Arden; and now I’m going to be nice, too. And where shall we look for the door?”
This problem occupied them till tea-time. After tea they decided to paint—with the new paint-box and the beautiful new brushes. Elfrida wanted to paint Mr. Millar’s illustrations in “The Amulet,” and Edred wanted to paint them, too. This could not be, as you will see if you have the book. Edred contended that they were his paints. Elfrida reminded him that it was her book. The heated discussion that followed ended quite suddenly and breathlessly.
“I wouldn’t be a selfish pig,” said Edred.
“No more would I,
