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"
He
carries
them
about
with
him
everywhere
,
ma'am
.
"
(
Has
the
one
we
bought
yesterday
with
him
now
,
though
you
might
not
think
it
to
look
at
him
.
)
"
What
do
you
say
to
a
box
of
tools
this
time
?
"
"
I
think
not
,
ma'am
.
"
"
Is
the
deary
fond
of
digging
?
"
"
Very
partial
to
digging
.
"
(
We
shall
find
the
leg
of
mutton
some
day
.
)
"
Then
perhaps
a
weeny
spade
and
a
pail
?
"
She
got
me
to
buy
a
model
of
Canterbury
Cathedral
once
,
she
was
so
insistent
,
and
Porthos
gave
me
his
mind
about
it
when
we
got
home
.
He
detests
the
kindergarten
system
,
and
as
she
is
absurdly
prejudiced
in
its
favour
we
have
had
to
try
other
shops
.
We
went
to
the
Lowther
Arcade
for
the
rocking-horse
.
Dear
Lowther
Arcade
!
Ofttimes
have
we
wandered
agape
among
thy
enchanted
palaces
,
Porthos
and
I
,
David
and
I
,
David
and
Porthos
and
I.
I
have
heard
that
thou
art
vulgar
,
but
I
can
not
see
how
,
unless
it
be
that
tattered
children
haunt
thy
portals
,
those
awful
yet
smiling
entrances
to
so
much
joy
.
To
the
Arcade
there
are
two
entrances
,
and
with
much
to
be
sung
in
laudation
of
that
which
opens
from
the
Strand
I
yet
on
the
whole
prefer
the
other
as
the
more
truly
romantic
,
because
it
is
there
the
tattered
ones
congregate
,
waiting
to
see
the
Davids
emerge
with
the
magic
lamp
.
We
have
always
a
penny
for
them
,
and
I
have
known
them
,
before
entering
the
Arcade
with
it
,
retire
(
but
whither
?
)
to
wash
;
surely
the
prettiest
of
all
the
compliments
that
are
paid
to
the
home
of
toys
.
And
now
,
O
Arcade
,
so
much
fairer
than
thy
West
End
brother
,
we
are
told
that
thou
art
doomed
,
anon
to
be
turned
into
an
eating-house
or
a
hive
for
usurers
,
something
rankly
useful
.
All
thy
delights
are
under
notice
to
quit
.
The
Noah
's
arks
are
packed
one
within
another
,
with
clockwork
horses
harnessed
to
them
;
the
soldiers
,
knapsack
on
back
,
are
kissing
their
hands
to
the
dear
foolish
girls
,
who
,
however
,
will
not
be
left
behind
them
;
all
the
four-footed
things
gather
around
the
elephant
,
who
is
overful
of
drawing-room
furniture
;
the
birds
flutter
their
wings
;
the
man
with
the
scythe
mows
his
way
through
the
crowd
;
the
balloons
tug
at
their
strings
;
the
ships
rock
under
a
swell
of
sail
,
everything
is
getting
ready
for
the
mighty
exodus
into
the
Strand
.
Tears
will
be
shed
.
