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But
how
strange
for
parents
,
when
they
hurry
into
the
Gardens
at
the
opening
of
the
gates
looking
for
their
lost
one
,
to
find
the
sweetest
little
tombstone
instead
.
I
do
hope
that
Peter
is
not
too
ready
with
his
spade
.
It
is
all
rather
sad
.
David
and
I
had
a
tremendous
adventure
.
It
was
this
,
he
passed
the
night
with
me
.
We
had
often
talked
of
it
as
a
possible
thing
,
and
at
last
Mary
consented
to
our
having
it
.
The
adventure
began
with
David
's
coming
to
me
at
the
unwonted
hour
of
six
P.M.
,
carrying
what
looked
like
a
packet
of
sandwiches
,
but
proved
to
be
his
requisites
for
the
night
done
up
in
a
neat
paper
parcel
.
We
were
both
so
excited
that
,
at
the
moment
of
greeting
,
neither
of
us
could
be
apposite
to
the
occasion
in
words
,
so
we
communicated
our
feelings
by
signs
;
as
thus
,
David
half
sat
down
in
a
place
where
there
was
no
chair
,
which
is
his
favourite
preparation
for
being
emphatic
,
and
is
borrowed
,
I
think
,
from
the
frogs
,
and
we
then
made
the
extraordinary
faces
which
mean
,
"
What
a
tremendous
adventure
!
"
We
were
to
do
all
the
important
things
precisely
as
they
are
done
every
evening
at
his
own
home
,
and
so
I
am
in
a
puzzle
to
know
how
it
was
such
an
adventure
to
David
.
But
I
have
now
said
enough
to
show
you
what
an
adventure
it
was
to
me
.
For
a
little
while
we
played
with
my
two
medals
,
and
,
with
the
delicacy
of
a
sleeping
companion
,
David
abstained
on
this
occasion
from
asking
why
one
of
them
was
not
a
Victoria
Cross
.
He
is
very
troubled
because
I
never
won
the
Victoria
Cross
,
for
it
lowers
his
status
in
the
Gardens
.
He
never
says
in
the
Gardens
that
I
won
it
,
but
he
fights
any
boy
of
his
year
who
says
I
did
n't
.
Their
fighting
consists
of
challenging
each
other
.
At
twenty-five
past
six
I
turned
on
the
hot
water
in
the
bath
,
and
covertly
swallowed
a
small
glass
of
brandy
.
I
then
said
,
"
Half-past
six
;
time
for
little
boys
to
be
in
bed
.
"
I
said
it
in
the
matter-of-fact
voice
of
one
made
free
of
the
company
of
parents
,
as
if
I
had
said
it
often
before
,
and
would
have
to
say
it
often
again
,
and
as
if
there
was
nothing
particularly
delicious
to
me
in
hearing
myself
say
it
.
I
tried
to
say
it
in
that
way
.
And
David
was
deceived
.
To
my
exceeding
joy
he
stamped
his
little
foot
,
and
was
so
naughty
that
,
in
gratitude
,
I
gave
him
five
minutes
with
a
matchbox
.
Matches
,
which
he
drops
on
the
floor
when
lighted
,
are
the
greatest
treat
you
can
give
David
;
indeed
,
I
think
his
private
heaven
is
a
place
with
a
roaring
bonfire
.
Then
I
placed
my
hand
carelessly
on
his
shoulder
,
like
one
a
trifle
bored
by
the
dull
routine
of
putting
my
little
boys
to
bed
,
and
conducted
him
to
the
night
nursery
,
which
had
lately
been
my
private
chamber
.
There
was
an
extra
bed
in
it
tonight
,
very
near
my
own
,
but
differently
shaped
,
and
scarcely
less
conspicuous
was
the
new
mantel-shelf
ornament
:
a
tumbler
of
milk
,
with
a
biscuit
on
top
of
it
,
and
a
chocolate
riding
on
the
biscuit
.
To
enter
the
room
without
seeing
the
tumbler
at
once
was
impossible
.
I
had
tried
it
several
times
,
and
David
saw
and
promptly
did
his
frog
business
,
the
while
,
with
an
indescribable
emotion
,
I
produced
a
night-light
from
my
pocket
and
planted
it
in
a
saucer
on
the
wash-stand
.
David
watched
my
preparations
with
distasteful
levity
,
but
anon
made
a
noble
amend
by
abruptly
offering
me
his
foot
as
if
he
had
no
longer
use
for
it
,
and
I
knew
by
intuition
that
he
expected
me
to
take
off
his
boots
.
I
took
them
off
with
all
the
coolness
of
an
old
hand
,
and
then
I
placed
him
on
my
knee
and
removed
his
blouse
.
