d Laura.

'Always in wild spirits, rushing about, playing antics, provoking the
solemn echoes with shouting, whooping, singing, whistling. There was
something in that whistle of his that always made me angry.'

'How did this suit old Sir Guy?'

'It was curious to see how Guy could rattle on to him, pour out the
whole history of his doings, laughing, rubbing his hands, springing
about with animation--all with as little answer as if he had been
talking to a statue.'

'Do you mean that Sir Guy did not like it?'

'He did in his own way. There was now and then a glance or a nod, to
show that he was attending; but it was such slight encouragement, that
any less buoyant spirits must have been checked.'

'Did you like him, on the whole?' asked Laura. 'I hope he has not
this tremendous Morville temper? Oh, you don't say so. What a grievous
thing.'

'He is a fine fellow,' said Philip; 'but I did not think Sir Guy managed
him well. Poor old man, he was quite wrapped up in him, and only thought
how to keep him out of harm's way. He would never let him be with other
boys, and kept him so fettered by rules, so strictly watched, and so
sternly called to account, that I cannot think how any boy could stand
it.'

'Yet, you say, he told everything freely to his grandfather,' said Amy.

'Yes,' added her mother, 'I was going to say that, as long as that went
on, I should think all safe.

'As I said before,' resumed Philip, 'he has a great deal of frankness,
much of the making of a fine character; but he is a thorough Morville. I
remember something that will show you his best and worst sides. You know
Redclyffe is a beautiful place, with magnificent cliffs overhanging the
sea, and fine woods crowning them. On one of the most inaccessible
of these crags there was a hawk's nest, about half-way down, so that
looking from the top of the precipice, we could see the old birds fly
in and out. Well, what does Master Guy do, but go down this headlong
descent after the nest. How he escaped alive no one could guess; and his
grandfather could not bear to look at the place afterwards--but climb
it he did, and came back with two young hawks, buttoned up inside his
jacket.'

'There's a regular brick for you!' cried Charles, delighted.

'His heart was set on training these birds. He turned the library upside
down in search of books on falconry, and spent every spare moment on
them. At last, a servant left some door open, and they escaped. I