'do the thing that's nearest,

though it's dull at whiles.'

if anybody wanted to go down and have a look round northbourne for himself, it would be necessary to take a railway journey as far as brattlesby town, and then tramp the rest of the road, unless a friendly chance befell the traveller of a lift in some passing vehicle.

there had never been so much as a talk of extending the railway line to northbourne, which was a quaint little fishing village tucked away under the shelter of a long stretch of downs. it consisted of a few small thatched cottages that had seated themselves, as it were, in a semicircle round the tiny bay, to peep out from its shelter at the far, open ocean, the highway of waters on which the outward-bound liners loomed like grey ghostly shadows as they passed.

there were but two of what is known as gentry's houses in northbourne. oddly enough, each of them finished off the half-circle of cottages, and in that way they stared across the bay at one another, face to face.

one of the two, the bunk, had been for some years inhabited by an elderly half-pay naval officer, captain carnegy, and his motherless boys and girls. the other house was the vicarage, the habitation of mr. vesey, the good old vicar, his invalid wife, and a pair of excitable yorkshire terriers, splutters and shutters, thus curiously named for the sake of rhyme, it is to be presumed. they were brothers, and as tricky a pair as one could meet, ever up to their eyes in mischief from morning until night. indeed, splutters and shutters kept what would have been a still, staid household in nearly as great a ferment as did the captain's crew the bunk across the bay.

'they two dogs, they be summat like a couple o' wild b'ys; they keeps the passon and the mistress in, not for to say hot water, but bilin' water, for the livelong day!' constantly declared binks, who was the handy-man at the vicarage, and, in fact, handy-man at the little church as well, he being both factotum and sexton. binks was a worthy old soul whom the terriers led a troubled life by their destructive capers in the garden and lawn, which he vainly tried to keep trim. still, on the whole, binks, harassed as he was by the dogs, was apt to thank his stars that splutters and shutters were not actually boys; such boys, for instance, as those of the captain at the bunk across the bay, who were a sore handful, as any one could see for themselves, without the prompt testimony of all northbourne to that effect.

'you be a plaguey pair, you b'ys!' was the unfailing greeting of binks, when he encountered geoff and alick carnegy.

'come, you shut up, binks! you surely would not have us a couple of mincing girls peacocking round in this fashion, would you now?' and the captain's boys affectedly pirouetted up and down on the shingle below the low wall of the vicarage garden, laughing boisterously the while.

'i dunno, young musters!' rejoined binks, contemplating the ridiculous spectacle with much the same gravity as he would have regarded a funeral. 'p'raps it'd be a sight better if so be as you was gells. that is, gells after the pattern of your sister, miss theedory!'

'oh, theo! well, she's different!' and geoff sobered down his antics, and stood still to retort. 'that just reminds me i've brought a note for mrs. vesey from theo. i'll run up to the house with it. i don't remember if it wants an answer; but don't you go away, alick. wait for me!'

'all right!' alick nodded, and swinging himself up on the wall, he watched binks, who was patiently pottering over the carrot-beds. the ceaseless tussel he had to induce these refractory vegetables to make a fair show was one of the minor crosses of the old man's life.

of the two carnegys, alick was the least reasonable, if the word reasonable could be applied to either of 'them young limbs,' as northbourne privately called the captain's boys. he, however, managed to sit still for the space of five minutes or so on the wall, whistling vigorously.

'i 'opes as you be a-gittin' on brisk with your book-larnin', muster alick?' binks lifted his head, after the prolonged silence, to regard, with a critical air, the boy who sat dangling his feet above. binks had a fashion peculiar to himself of staring at most people in a reproving manner, as though he had just found them out in some dark transgression. it was possibly a habit due to a lifelong experience of the faults and the failings of human nature, and it was one which stood binks in good stead, giving him an austere and awe-inspiring appearance. especially on sundays did this detective air prove helpful, when he did duty as parish clerk in the quaint, old-time church on the shore, where it served to keep the small fisher-folk in proper order.

'oh, bother!' said alick shortly. 'we have enough of that sort of talk from old price. he pegs away at us to get on, get on, until i'm sick of the sight of books, and pen and ink!'

'ay?' binks leaned on his spade, and, resting, stared fixedly up into the face of the boy-speaker. 'sick of it, be you? and what be you supposin' as muster price feels? a deal sicker, i make no doubt, toiling and moiling every week-day as the sun rises on, a-tryin' to till sich unprofitable ground as your b'y-brains! i dunnot 'spose as you ever looked at it from his pint of view, did ye?'

certainly alick never had. it was a new idea to him to wonder how poor philip price, the tutor, liked walking every day, rain or shine, over from brattlesby, the little inland town some three miles off, in order to teach geoff and himself just so much and no more as either of the unruly brothers chose to learn; for the carnegy boys were 'kittle cattle,' as the north-country folk say, to deal with. their father, though he had been, in the old days, skilled at commanding men, knew little or nothing of managing children. when his wife died and he retired from the service, he found his hands full, with the most unruly crew that he had ever encountered in his long naval career. not gifted with much patience, he soon gave up trying to guide the helm of that unmanageable ship, his own home. betaking himself to his special hobby, which was the compiling an epitome of all the naval engagements that have taken place within the memory of man, he left his boys and girls to grow up anyhow or, to put it more exactly, just as they pleased. his conscience was satisfied when he had placed his young folk in the hands of one whom he knew to be a genuinely upright christian gentleman, philip price, the tutor from brattlesby town.

the boys themselves were no fools. they knew in their hearts that it was but a slack rein that guided them. there was a good deal of forcibly put justice in the suggestive question of binks, and for a few seconds alick, nonplussed, kept silence, swinging his feet a little faster under the fire of the sharp, light eyes that glinted from beneath the old man's bushy eyebrows.

'but—but, i say, it's price's business to teach. that's what he has got to do, you know!' he stammered out at last, rather uneasily.

'p'raps you was a-goin' to say as it was what he was made for, purpose-like!' observed binks ironically. 'well, maybe so! and, maybe also, who can tell, it's what the lord has made you for likewise, muster alick. time may come as you'll be tramping every day, wet or dry, to teach ongrateful, onruly b'ys according to their station.'

what d'ye mean?' a furious red flush rose on alick's cheeks, and he glared back into the face of the bent old man, who stood still so fixedly regarding himself.

'mean? why, just what i'm a-sayin' of!' was the calm rejoinder. 'i've heard tell,' went on binks, undisturbed by alick's wrathful looks, 'as muster price is the son of a reverend genelman as was pretty high up in the church. when the poor soul was took off, suddent, his fam'ly had to help theirselves in the world, and this one, bein' the youngest, and enjying terrible poor health, ain't fit for nothin' but teachin' b'ys. that's how he keeps the old lady and hisself in bread i've heard say. and if so be'—binks straightened himself, and drew out his spade from the earth—'as i was him, i'd a deal rather break stones, or else try to grow them plaguey carrits in damp clay! but,' he added sardonically, as his outburst calmed down, 'in course if, as you think, it's what he was made a-purpose for—— well, i say no more. i never was one to hinterfere with, or so much as even to question, the will of the almighty in aught. i'm not like some in that.'

'how you do run on, binks!' sulkily put in alick. he felt rather cornered by the old man's plain speaking. 'and it's all very fine for you to talk; you and theo say the same things. but if you'd to grind away, when the sun's shining and the sea dancing before your eyes, at rubbishy old latin grammars and arithmetic, and all the rest of it, you'd be the first to grumble. oh, i wish a hundred times in the day that i was only ned dempster, who's out all hours, free as any lark!' ended alick, with a sudden burst of energy that nearly sent him toppling off the sea-wall.

'ned dempster!' echoed binks in amaze. then, after turning over a few spadefuls of earth, he looked up to say epigrammatically, 'well, young muster, what ned is, i was. and what i am, ned will be! there! d'ye take my meaning? 'cos i, when a b'y, was like ned, free as any lark in the air, so when i came to be a man without no book-larnin' in the pockets o' my brain, i had to grope my way about in the world. many's the time it's bin all dark, round and round, 'cept in the faces of other folk where i seed the light o' understanding shinin' about them things as i couldn't make out. 'tain't so to say comforable for a grown man to feel that; but it's what you'll come to, young muster, if you gits your will to go free as free!' and binks set to work on his refractory carrots with renewed energy.