'
'It is all of no use, if that Rotherwood will do nothing but sleep,'
said Reginald, in a disconsolate tone.
'You should not have made him get up at four,' said Emily.
'Who! I?' exclaimed the Marquis. 'I never was wider awake. What
are you waiting for, Reginald? I thought you were going to take
wasps' nests.'
'You are much too tired, I am sure,' said Emily.
'Tired! not in the least, I have done nothing to-day to tire me,'
said Lord Rotherwood, walking up and down the room to keep himself
awake.
The whole party went out, and found Wat Greenwood waiting for them
with a bundle of straw, a spade, and a little gunpowder. Maurice
carried a basket containing all his preparations, on which Wat looked
with supreme contempt, telling him that his puffs were too green to
make a smeech. Maurice, not condescending to argue the point, ran on
to a nest which Reginald had marked on one of the green banks of the
ancient moat.
'Take care that the wasps are all come in; mind what you are about,
Maurice,' called his father.
'Master Maurice,' shouted Wat, 'you had better take a green bough.'
'Never mind, Wat,' said Lord Rotherwood, 'he would not stay long
enough to use it if he had it.
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