“Too many opportunities like that would empty our pockets.”

“And I wonder if it will really do him good,” said Dudley; then glancing over into the garden, he added:  “Here comes Aunt Judy, she’s calling us.”

Down the winding gravel path came their aunt; a strikingly handsome woman.  She looked up at her little nephews and laughed when she came to the wall.

“Oh, you imps, do you know I’ve been hunting for you everywhere!  You will have a fall like Humpty Dumpty if you choose such high perches.  Now what comfort can you find, may I ask, in such a blazing breakneck seat?  Do you find broken bottles a soft cushion?”

“We’ve cleared those rotten things away here,” said Dudley, preparing to clamber down; “it’s our watch tower, and we’ve a first-rate view, you just come up and see!”

“Thank you, I would rather not attempt the climb.  What have you been talking about?  Jonathan looks as grave as a judge.”

Roy looked down at his aunt without moving.

“If you won’t laugh or tell granny, we’ll tell you, because you never split if you say you won’t.”

“All right, I promise.”

“Well, you see, this morning Mr. Selby gave us this for our copy:  ’As ye have opportunity do good unto all men,’ and he told us of a King somebody—­I forget who—­who used to write down at the end of each day on a slate,—­if he hadn’t done any good to any one,—­’I’ve lost a day.’  We thought it would be a good plan to start this afternoon and see what we could do.  We tried on old Hal first, but he didn’t seem to like it.  He was uncovering some of the frames, and so we went and uncovered all of them, and then he said we had spoilt some of his seedlings, and nearly went into a fit with rage.  I turned the hose on him to cool him down.  He is asleep in the wheelbarrow now; we can see him from here.  We really came up here to get out of his way, his language was awful!”

“Come down, you monkey.  I can’t carry on a conversation with you so far above me.  Softly now.  Bless the boys, how they can stick their toes into such a wall is past my comprehension!  Granny wants to see you before your tea, so come along.  And who else has been benefited by your good deeds?”

They were walking toward the house by this time, each boy hanging on to one of her arms.  It was easy to see the affection between them.

Dudley eagerly poured out the story of the tramp, and Miss Bertram listened sympathetically.

“Never send a man to a public house, boys—­and never give him money for beer.  Perhaps he may have come down in the world through love of it.  You know I am always ready to give any one a relief ticket.  That’s the best way to help such cases.”

“Yes, but that would be your doing not ours.”

“Money is a difficult way of helping,” said Miss Bertram; “don’t get into the habit of thinking money is the only thing that will do people good.  It too often does them harm.”