'
'The poor unhappy quiz!' cried Reginald.
While the others were busy over a nest, Mr. Mohun asked Emily how the
boy got at the medicine chest. Emily looked confused, and said she
supposed Jane had given him a bottle.
'Jane is too young to be trusted there,' said Mr. Mohun, 'I thought
you knew better; do not let the key be out of your possession again.'
After a few more nests had been taken in the usual manner, they
returned to the house. Maurice was lying on the sofa reading the
Penny Magazine, from which he raised his eyes no more that evening,
in spite of all the jokes which flew about respecting wounded
knights, courage, and the balsam of Fierabras. He called Jane to
teach her how flies were made, and as soon as tea was over he went to
bed. Reginald, after many yawns, prepared to follow his example, and
as he was wishing his sisters good-night, Emily said, 'Now, Redgie,
do not go out at such a preposterous hour to-morrow morning.'
'What is that to you?' was Reginald's courteous inquiry.
'I do not wish to see every one fast asleep to-morrow evening,' said
Emily, and she looked at her cousin, whose head was far back over his
chair.
'He is a Trojan,' said Reginald.
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