“Who’ll go in first?” inquires Tadpole.

“You—­you’re the senior,” answered East.

“Catch me.  Look at the state I’m in,” rejoined Hall, showing the arms of his jacket.  “I must get behind you two.”

“Well, but look at me,” said East, indicating the mass of clay behind which he was standing; “I’m worse than you, two to one.  You might grow cabbages on my trousers.”

“That’s all down below, and you can keep your legs behind the sofa,” said Hall.

“Here, Brown; you’re the show-figure.  You must lead.”

“But my face is all muddy,” argued Tom.

“Oh, we’re all in one boat for that matter; but come on; we’re only making it worse, dawdling here.”

“Well, just give us a brush then,” said Tom.  And they began trying to rub off the superfluous dirt from each other’s jackets; but it was not dry enough, and the rubbing made them worse; so in despair they pushed through the swing-door at the head of the stairs, and found themselves in the Doctor’s hall.

“That’s the library door,” said East in a whisper, pushing Tom forwards.  The sound of merry voices and laughter came from within, and his first hesitating knock was unanswered.  But at the second, the Doctor’s voice said, “Come in;” and Tom turned the handle, and he, with the others behind him, sidled into the room.

The Doctor looked up from his task; he was working away with a great chisel at the bottom of a boy’s sailing boat, the lines of which he was no doubt fashioning on the model of one of Nicias’s galleys.  Round him stood three or four children; the candles burnt brightly on a large table at the farther end, covered with books and papers, and a great fire threw a ruddy glow over the rest of the room.  All looked so kindly, and homely, and comfortable that the boys took heart in a moment, and Tom advanced from behind the shelter of the great sofa.  The Doctor nodded to the children, who went out, casting curious and amused glances at the three young scarecrows.

“Well, my little fellows,” began the Doctor, drawing himself up with his back to the fire, the chisel in one hand and his coat-tails in the other, and his eyes twinkling as he looked them over; “what makes you so late?”

“Please, sir, we’ve been out big-side hare-and-hounds, and lost our way.”

“Hah! you couldn’t keep up, I suppose?”

“Well, sir,” said East, stepping out, and not liking that the Doctor should think lightly of his running powers, “we got round Barby all right; but then—­”

“Why, what a state you’re in, my boy!” interrupted the Doctor, as the pitiful condition of East’s garments was fully revealed to him.

“That’s the fall I got, sir, in the road,” said East, looking down at himself; “the Old Pig came by—­”

“The what?” said the Doctor.

“The Oxford coach, sir,” explained Hall.

“Hah! yes, the Regulator,” said the Doctor.