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I
first
heard
of
Pilkington
from
David
,
who
had
it
from
Oliver
Bailey
.
This
Oliver
Bailey
was
one
of
the
most
dashing
figures
in
the
Gardens
,
and
without
apparent
effort
was
daily
drawing
nearer
the
completion
of
his
seventh
year
at
a
time
when
David
seemed
unable
to
get
beyond
half-past
five
.
I
have
to
speak
of
him
in
the
past
tense
,
for
gone
is
Oliver
from
the
Gardens
(
gone
to
Pilkington
's
)
but
he
is
still
a
name
among
us
,
and
some
lordly
deeds
are
remembered
of
him
,
as
that
his
father
shaved
twice
a
day
.
Oliver
himself
was
all
on
that
scale
.
His
not
ignoble
ambition
seems
always
to
have
been
to
be
wrecked
upon
an
island
,
indeed
I
am
told
that
he
mentioned
it
insinuatingly
in
his
prayers
,
and
it
was
perhaps
inevitable
that
a
boy
with
such
an
outlook
should
fascinate
David
.
I
am
proud
,
therefore
,
to
be
able
to
state
on
wood
that
it
was
Oliver
himself
who
made
the
overture
.
On
first
hearing
,
from
some
satellite
of
Oliver
's
,
of
Wrecked
Islands
,
as
they
are
called
in
the
Gardens
,
David
said
wistfully
that
he
supposed
you
needed
to
be
very
very
good
before
you
had
any
chance
of
being
wrecked
,
and
the
remark
was
conveyed
to
Oliver
,
on
whom
it
made
an
uncomfortable
impression
.
For
a
time
he
tried
to
evade
it
,
but
ultimately
David
was
presented
to
him
and
invited
gloomily
to
say
it
again
.
The
upshot
was
that
Oliver
advertised
the
Gardens
of
his
intention
to
be
good
until
he
was
eight
,
and
if
he
had
not
been
wrecked
by
that
time
,
to
be
as
jolly
bad
as
a
boy
could
be
.
He
was
naturally
so
bad
that
at
the
Kindergarten
Academy
,
when
the
mistress
ordered
whoever
had
done
the
last
naughty
deed
to
step
forward
,
Oliver
's
custom
had
been
to
step
forward
,
not
necessarily
because
he
had
done
it
,
but
because
he
presumed
he
very
likely
had
.
The
friendship
of
the
two
dated
from
this
time
,
and
at
first
I
thought
Oliver
discovered
generosity
in
hasting
to
David
as
to
an
equal
;
he
also
walked
hand
in
hand
with
him
,
and
even
reproved
him
for
delinquencies
like
a
loving
elder
brother
.
But
'
tis
a
gray
world
even
in
the
Gardens
,
for
I
found
that
a
new
arrangement
had
been
made
which
reduced
Oliver
to
life-size
.
He
had
wearied
of
well-doing
,
and
passed
it
on
,
so
to
speak
,
to
his
friend
.
In
other
words
,
on
David
now
devolved
the
task
of
being
good
until
he
was
eight
,
while
Oliver
clung
to
him
so
closely
that
the
one
could
not
be
wrecked
without
the
other
.
When
this
was
made
known
to
me
it
was
already
too
late
to
break
the
spell
of
Oliver
,
David
was
top-heavy
with
pride
in
him
,
and
,
faith
,
I
began
to
find
myself
very
much
in
the
cold
,
for
Oliver
was
frankly
bored
by
me
and
even
David
seemed
to
think
it
would
be
convenient
if
I
went
and
sat
with
Irene
.
Am
I
affecting
to
laugh
?
I
was
really
distressed
and
lonely
,
and
rather
bitter
;
and
how
humble
I
became
.
Sometimes
when
the
dog
Joey
is
unable
,
by
frisking
,
to
induce
Porthos
to
play
with
him
,
he
stands
on
his
hind
legs
and
begs
it
of
him
,
and
I
do
believe
I
was
sometimes
as
humble
as
Joey
.
Then
David
would
insist
on
my
being
suffered
to
join
them
,
but
it
was
plain
that
he
had
no
real
occasion
for
me
.
It
was
an
unheroic
trouble
,
and
I
despised
myself
.
For
years
I
had
been
fighting
Mary
for
David
,
and
had
not
wholly
failed
though
she
was
advantaged
by
the
accident
of
relationship
;
was
I
now
to
be
knocked
out
so
easily
by
a
seven
year
old
?
I
reconsidered
my
weapons
,
and
I
fought
Oliver
and
beat
him
.
Figure
to
yourself
those
two
boys
become
as
faithful
to
me
as
my
coat-tails
.
With
wrecked
islands
I
did
it
.
I
began
in
the
most
unpretentious
way
by
telling
them
a
story
which
might
last
an
hour
,
and
favoured
by
many
an
unexpected
wind
it
lasted
eighteen
months
.
It
started
as
the
wreck
of
the
simple
Swiss
family
who
looked
up
and
saw
the
butter
tree
,
but
soon
a
glorious
inspiration
of
the
night
turned
it
into
the
wreck
of
David
A
--
--
and
Oliver
Bailey
.
At
first
it
was
what
they
were
to
do
when
they
were
wrecked
,
but
imperceptibly
it
became
what
they
had
done
.
I
spent
much
of
my
time
staring
reflectively
at
the
titles
of
the
boys
'
stories
in
the
booksellers
'
windows
,
whistling
for
a
breeze
,
so
to
say
,
for
I
found
that
the
titles
were
even
more
helpful
than
the
stories
.
We
wrecked
everybody
of
note
,
including
all
Homer
's
most
taking
characters
and
the
hero
of
Paradise
Lost
.
But
we
suffered
them
not
to
land
.
We
stripped
them
of
what
we
wanted
and
left
them
to
wander
the
high
seas
naked
of
adventure
.
And
all
this
was
merely
the
beginning
.
