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The
painter
was
so
startled
that
he
gave
utterance
to
a
very
oath
of
pity
,
and
I
felt
a
sinking
myself
,
for
in
these
hasty
words
my
little
boy
was
gone
,
indeed
;
all
my
bright
dreams
of
Timothy
,
all
my
efforts
to
shelter
him
from
Mary
's
scorn
,
went
whistling
down
the
wind
.
So
accomplished
a
person
as
the
reader
must
have
seen
at
once
that
I
made
away
with
Timothy
in
order
to
give
his
little
vests
and
pinafores
and
shoes
to
David
,
and
,
therefore
,
dear
sir
or
madam
,
rail
not
overmuch
at
me
for
causing
our
painter
pain
.
Know
,
too
,
that
though
his
sympathy
ran
free
I
soon
discovered
many
of
his
inquiries
to
be
prompted
by
a
mere
selfish
desire
to
save
his
boy
from
the
fate
of
mine
.
Such
are
parents
.
He
asked
compassionately
if
there
was
anything
he
could
do
for
me
,
and
,
of
course
,
there
was
something
he
could
do
,
but
were
I
to
propose
it
I
doubted
not
he
would
be
on
his
stilts
at
once
,
for
already
I
had
reason
to
know
him
for
a
haughty
,
sensitive
dog
,
who
ever
became
high
at
the
first
hint
of
help
.
So
the
proposal
must
come
from
him
.
I
spoke
of
the
many
little
things
in
the
house
that
were
now
hurtful
to
me
to
look
upon
,
and
he
clutched
my
hand
,
deeply
moved
,
though
it
was
another
house
with
its
little
things
he
saw
.
I
was
ashamed
to
harass
him
thus
,
but
he
had
not
a
sufficiency
of
the
little
things
,
and
besides
my
impulsiveness
had
plunged
me
into
a
deuce
of
a
mess
,
so
I
went
on
distastefully
.
Was
there
no
profession
in
this
age
of
specialism
for
taking
away
children
's
garments
from
houses
where
they
were
suddenly
become
a
pain
?
Could
I
sell
them
?
Could
I
give
them
to
the
needy
,
who
would
probably
dispose
of
them
for
gin
?
I
told
him
of
a
friend
with
a
young
child
who
had
already
refused
them
because
it
would
be
unpleasant
to
him
to
be
reminded
of
Timothy
,
and
I
think
this
was
what
touched
him
to
the
quick
,
so
that
he
made
the
offer
I
was
waiting
for
.
I
had
done
it
with
a
heavy
foot
,
and
by
this
time
was
in
a
rage
with
both
him
and
myself
,
but
I
always
was
a
bungler
,
and
,
having
adopted
this
means
in
a
hurry
,
I
could
at
the
time
see
no
other
easy
way
out
.
Timothy
's
hold
on
life
,
as
you
may
have
apprehended
,
was
ever
of
the
slightest
,
and
I
suppose
I
always
knew
that
he
must
soon
revert
to
the
obscure
.
He
could
never
have
penetrated
into
the
open
.
It
was
no
life
for
a
boy
.
Yet
now
,
that
his
time
had
come
,
I
was
loath
to
see
him
go
.
I
seem
to
remember
carrying
him
that
evening
to
the
window
with
uncommon
tenderness
(
following
the
setting
sun
that
was
to
take
him
away
)
,
and
telling
him
with
not
unnatural
bitterness
that
he
had
got
to
leave
me
because
another
child
was
in
need
of
all
his
pretty
things
;
and
as
the
sun
,
his
true
father
,
lapt
him
in
its
dancing
arms
,
he
sent
his
love
to
a
lady
of
long
ago
whom
he
called
by
the
sweetest
of
names
,
not
knowing
in
his
innocence
that
the
little
white
birds
are
the
birds
that
never
have
a
mother
.
I
wished
(
so
had
the
phantasy
of
Timothy
taken
possession
of
me
)
that
before
he
went
he
could
have
played
once
in
the
Kensington
Gardens
,
and
have
ridden
on
the
fallen
trees
,
calling
gloriously
to
me
to
look
;
that
he
could
have
sailed
one
paper-galleon
on
the
Round
Pond
;
fain
would
I
have
had
him
chase
one
hoop
a
little
way
down
the
laughing
avenues
of
childhood
,
where
memory
tells
us
we
run
but
once
,
on
a
long
summer-day
,
emerging
at
the
other
end
as
men
and
women
with
all
the
fun
to
pay
for
;
and
I
think
(
thus
fancy
wantons
with
me
in
these
desolate
chambers
)
he
knew
my
longings
,
and
said
with
a
boy-like
flush
that
the
reason
he
never
did
these
things
was
not
that
he
was
afraid
,
for
he
would
have
loved
to
do
them
all
,
but
because
he
was
not
quite
like
other
boys
;
and
,
so
saying
,
he
let
go
my
finger
and
faded
from
before
my
eyes
into
another
and
golden
ether
;
but
I
shall
ever
hold
that
had
he
been
quite
like
other
boys
there
would
have
been
none
braver
than
my
Timothy
.
I
fear
I
am
not
truly
brave
myself
,
for
though
when
under
fire
,
so
far
as
I
can
recollect
,
I
behaved
as
others
,
morally
I
seem
to
be
deficient
.
So
I
discovered
next
day
when
I
attempted
to
buy
David
's
outfit
,
and
found
myself
as
shy
of
entering
the
shop
as
any
Mary
at
the
pawnbroker
's
.
The
shop
for
little
garments
seems
very
alarming
when
you
reach
the
door
;
a
man
abruptly
become
a
parent
,
and
thus
lost
to
a
finer
sense
of
the
proprieties
,
may
be
able
to
stalk
in
unprotected
,
but
apparently
I
could
not
.
Indeed
,
I
have
allowed
a
repugnance
to
entering
shops
of
any
kind
,
save
my
tailor
's
,
to
grow
on
me
,
and
to
my
tailor
's
I
fear
I
go
too
frequently
.
So
I
skulked
near
the
shop
of
the
little
garments
,
jeering
at
myself
,
and
it
was
strange
to
me
to
reflect
at
,
say
,
three
o'clock
that
if
I
had
been
brazen
at
half-past
two
all
would
now
be
over
.
To
show
what
was
my
state
,
take
the
case
of
the
very
gentleman-like
man
whom
I
detected
gazing
fixedly
at
me
,
or
so
I
thought
,
just
as
I
had
drawn
valiantly
near
the
door
.
I
sauntered
away
,
but
when
I
returned
he
was
still
there
,
which
seemed
conclusive
proof
that
he
had
smoked
my
purpose
.
Sternly
controlling
my
temper
I
bowed
,
and
said
with
icy
politeness
,
"
You
have
the
advantage
of
me
,
sir
.
"
"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
"
said
he
,
and
I
am
now
persuaded
that
my
words
turned
his
attention
to
me
for
the
first
time
,
but
at
the
moment
I
was
sure
some
impertinent
meaning
lurked
behind
his
answer
.
