On the morning after their arrival the two boys awoke to find that the
windows of their separate little rooms opened upon a magnificent
prospect of wood and water, and that, the partition of their apartment
consisting of a single plank-wall, with sundry knots knocked out, they
were not only able to converse freely, but to peep at each other
awkwardly--facts which they had not observed the night before, owing to
sleepiness.

"I say, Tim," said Bob, "you seem to have a jolly place in there."

"First-rate," replied Tim, "an' much the same as your own. I had a good
squint at you before you awoke. Isn't the place splendacious?"

"Yes, Tim, it is. I've been lookin' about all the mornin' for Adam an'
Eve, but can't see 'em nowhere."

"What d'ee mean?"

"Why, that we've got into the garden of Eden, to be sure."

"Oh! stoopid," returned Tim, "don't you know that they was both banished
from Eden?"

"So they was. I forgot that. Well, it don't much matter, for there's a
prettier girl than Eve here. Don't you see her? Martha, I think they
called her--down there by the summer-'ouse, feedin' the hanimals, or
givin' 'em their names."

"There you go again, you ignorant booby," said Tim; "it wasn't Eve as
gave the beasts their names. It was Adam."

"An' wot's the difference, I should like to know? wasn't they both made
_one_ flesh? However, I think little Martha would have named 'em better
if she'd bin there. What a funny little thing she is!"

"Funny!" returned Tim, contemptuously; "she's a _trump_!"

During the conversation both boys had washed and rubbed their faces till
they absolutely shone like rosy apples. They also combed and brushed
their hair to such an extent that each mass lay quite flat on its little
head, and bade fair to become solid, for the Guardian's loving counsels
had not been forgotten, and they had a sensation of wishing to please
him even although absent.

Presently the house, which had hitherto been very quiet, began suddenly
to resound with the barking of a little dog and the noisy voice of a
huge man. The former rushed about, saying "Good-morning" as well as it
could with tail and tongue to every one, including the household cat,
which resented the familiarity with arched back and demoniacal glare.
The latter stamped about on the wooden floors, and addressed similar
salutations right and left in tones that would have suited the commander
of an army. There was a sudden stoppage of the