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When
the
ayah
reached
the
gate
and
saw
Tony
far
in
front
she
thought
her
other
charge
was
with
him
and
passed
out
.
Twilight
came
on
,
and
scores
and
hundreds
of
people
passed
out
,
including
the
last
one
,
who
always
has
to
run
for
it
,
but
Maimie
saw
them
not
.
She
had
shut
her
eyes
tight
and
glued
them
with
passionate
tears
.
When
she
opened
them
something
very
cold
ran
up
her
legs
and
up
her
arms
and
dropped
into
her
heart
.
It
was
the
stillness
of
the
Gardens
.
Then
she
heard
clang
,
then
from
another
part
clang
,
then
clang
,
clang
far
away
.
It
was
the
Closing
of
the
Gates
.
Immediately
the
last
clang
had
died
away
Maimie
distinctly
heard
a
voice
say
,
"
So
that
's
all
right
.
"
It
had
a
wooden
sound
and
seemed
to
come
from
above
,
and
she
looked
up
in
time
to
see
an
elm
tree
stretching
out
its
arms
and
yawning
.
She
was
about
to
say
,
"
I
never
knew
you
could
speak
!
"
when
a
metallic
voice
that
seemed
to
come
from
the
ladle
at
the
well
remarked
to
the
elm
,
"
I
suppose
it
is
a
bit
coldish
up
there
?
"
and
the
elm
replied
,
"
Not
particularly
,
but
you
do
get
numb
standing
so
long
on
one
leg
,
"
and
he
flapped
his
arms
vigorously
just
as
the
cabmen
do
before
they
drive
off
.
Maimie
was
quite
surprised
to
see
that
a
number
of
other
tall
trees
were
doing
the
same
sort
of
thing
,
and
she
stole
away
to
the
Baby
Walk
and
crouched
observantly
under
a
Minorca
Holly
which
shrugged
its
shoulders
but
did
not
seem
to
mind
her
.
She
was
not
in
the
least
cold
.
She
was
wearing
a
russet-coloured
pelisse
and
had
the
hood
over
her
head
,
so
that
nothing
of
her
showed
except
her
dear
little
face
and
her
curls
.
The
rest
of
her
real
self
was
hidden
far
away
inside
so
many
warm
garments
that
in
shape
she
seemed
rather
like
a
ball
.
She
was
about
forty
round
the
waist
.
There
was
a
good
deal
going
on
in
the
Baby
Walk
,
when
Maimie
arrived
in
time
to
see
a
magnolia
and
a
Persian
lilac
step
over
the
railing
and
set
off
for
a
smart
walk
.
They
moved
in
a
jerky
sort
of
way
certainly
,
but
that
was
because
they
used
crutches
.
An
elderberry
hobbled
across
the
walk
,
and
stood
chatting
with
some
young
quinces
,
and
they
all
had
crutches
.
The
crutches
were
the
sticks
that
are
tied
to
young
trees
and
shrubs
.
They
were
quite
familiar
objects
to
Maimie
,
but
she
had
never
known
what
they
were
for
until
to-night
.
She
peeped
up
the
walk
and
saw
her
first
fairy
.
He
was
a
street
boy
fairy
who
was
running
up
the
walk
closing
the
weeping
trees
.
The
way
he
did
it
was
this
,
he
pressed
a
spring
in
the
trunk
and
they
shut
like
umbrellas
,
deluging
the
little
plants
beneath
with
snow
.
"
Oh
,
you
naughty
,
naughty
child
!
"
Maimie
cried
indignantly
,
for
she
knew
what
it
was
to
have
a
dripping
umbrella
about
your
ears
.
Fortunately
the
mischievous
fellow
was
out
of
earshot
,
but
the
chrysanthemums
heard
her
,
and
they
all
said
so
pointedly
"
Hoity-toity
,
what
is
this
?
"
that
she
had
to
come
out
and
show
herself
.
Then
the
whole
vegetable
kingdom
was
rather
puzzled
what
to
do
.
"
Of
course
it
is
no
affair
of
ours
,
"
a
spindle
tree
said
after
they
had
whispered
together
,
"
but
you
know
quite
well
you
ought
not
to
be
here
,
and
perhaps
our
duty
is
to
report
you
to
the
fairies
;
what
do
you
think
yourself
?
"
"
I
think
you
should
not
,
"
Maimie
replied
,
which
so
perplexed
them
that
they
said
petulantly
there
was
no
arguing
with
her
.
