THE SILVER LAKE STORIES. 148 .

wash their linen, because they threw it
-all down in the corridor. “See my
handkerchief!” she cried with fury ;
“was it to wrap up your arms, Master |
Harry, that I washed it in a little beer,
to make it more white and fresh? See;
I beg of you, in what a condition you
have put it!”

Harry appeared extremely confused,
when he saw that the only danger he
had encountered was that of taking
cold by being covered with wet linen.
The fact is that when his sister left him,
he was so much afraid of remaining
alone, that although he very much de-
sired the box of paints, and the ivory