We were very happy—I, Rupert, Henrietta, and Baby Cecil. The only thing we found fault with in our lives was that there were so few events in them.

 

It was particularly provoking, because we were so well prepared for events—any events. Rupert prepared us. He had found a fat old book in the garret, bound in yellow leather, at the end of which were "Directions how to act with presence of mind in any emergency;" and he gave lectures out of this in the kitchen garden.

 

Rupert was twelve years old. He was the eldest¹. Then came Henrietta, then I, and last of all Baby Cecil, who was only four. The day I was nine years old, Rupert came into the nursery, holding up his [14]handsome head with the dignified² air which became him so well, that I had more than once tried to put it on myself before the nursery looking-glass, and said to me, "You are quite old enough now, Charlie, to learn what to do whatever happens; so every half-holiday, when I am not playing cricket, I'll teach you presence of mind near the cucumber frame, if you're punctual. I've put up a bench."

 

I thanked him warmly, and the next day he put his head into the nursery at three o'clock in the afternoon, and said—"The lecture."

 

I jumped up, and so did Henrietta.

 

"It's not for girls," said Rupert; "women are not expected to do things when there's danger."

 

"We take care of them" said I, wondering if my mouth looked like Rupert's when I spoke³, and whether my manner impressed Henrietta as much as his impressed me. She sat down again and only said, "I stayed in all Friday afternoon, and worked in bed on Saturday morning to finish your net."

 

"Come along," said Rupert. "You know I'm very much obliged to you for the net; it's a splendid one."

 

"I'll bring a camp-stool if there's not room on the bench," said Henrietta cheerfully.

 

"People never take camp-stools to lectures," said Rupert, and when we got to the cucumber frame we [15]found that the old plank⁴, which he had raised on

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