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It
was
too
late
and
we
were
too
tired
to
carry
out
our
project
of
visiting
the
Pigeon
House
.
We
had
to
be
home
before
four
o'clock
lest
our
adventure
should
be
discovered
.
Mahony
looked
regretfully
at
his
catapult
and
I
had
to
suggest
going
home
by
train
before
he
regained
any
cheerfulness
.
The
sun
went
in
behind
some
clouds
and
left
us
to
our
jaded
thoughts
and
the
crumbs
of
our
provisions
.
There
was
nobody
but
ourselves
in
the
field
.
When
we
had
lain
on
the
bank
for
some
time
without
speaking
I
saw
a
man
approaching
from
the
far
end
of
the
field
.
I
watched
him
lazily
as
I
chewed
one
of
those
green
stems
on
which
girls
tell
fortunes
.
He
came
along
by
the
bank
slowly
.
He
walked
with
one
hand
upon
his
hip
and
in
the
other
hand
he
held
a
stick
with
which
he
tapped
the
turf
lightly
.
He
was
shabbily
dressed
in
a
suit
of
greenish-black
and
wore
what
we
used
to
call
a
jerry
hat
with
a
high
crown
.
He
seemed
to
be
fairly
old
for
his
moustache
was
ashen-grey
.
When
he
passed
at
our
feet
he
glanced
up
at
us
quickly
and
then
continued
his
way
.
We
followed
him
with
our
eyes
and
saw
that
when
he
had
gone
on
for
perhaps
fifty
paces
he
turned
about
and
began
to
retrace
his
steps
.
He
walked
towards
us
very
slowly
,
always
tapping
the
ground
with
his
stick
,
so
slowly
that
I
thought
he
was
looking
for
something
in
the
grass
.
He
stopped
when
he
came
level
with
us
and
bade
us
goodday
.
We
answered
him
and
he
sat
down
beside
us
on
the
slope
slowly
and
with
great
care
.
He
began
to
talk
of
the
weather
,
saying
that
it
would
be
a
very
hot
summer
and
adding
that
the
seasons
had
changed
gready
since
he
was
a
boy
--
a
long
time
ago
.
He
said
that
the
happiest
time
of
one
's
life
was
undoubtedly
one
's
schoolboy
days
and
that
he
would
give
anything
to
be
young
again
.
While
he
expressed
these
sentiments
which
bored
us
a
little
we
kept
silent
.
Then
he
began
to
talk
of
school
and
of
books
.
He
asked
us
whether
we
had
read
the
poetry
of
Thomas
Moore
or
the
works
of
Sir
Walter
Scott
and
Lord
Lytton
.
I
pretended
that
I
had
read
every
book
he
mentioned
so
that
in
the
end
he
said
:
"
Ah
,
I
can
see
you
are
a
bookworm
like
myself
.
Now
,
"
he
added
,
pointing
to
Mahony
who
was
regarding
us
with
open
eyes
,
"
he
is
different
;
he
goes
in
for
games
.
"
He
said
he
had
all
Sir
Walter
Scott
's
works
and
all
Lord
Lytton
's
works
at
home
and
never
tired
of
reading
them
.
"
Of
course
,
"
he
said
,
"
there
were
some
of
Lord
Lytton
's
works
which
boys
could
n't
read
.
"
Mahony
asked
why
could
n't
boys
read
them
--
a
question
which
agitated
and
pained
me
because
I
was
afraid
the
man
would
think
I
was
as
stupid
as
Mahony
.
The
man
,
however
,
only
smiled
.
I
saw
that
he
had
great
gaps
in
his
mouth
between
his
yellow
teeth
.
Then
he
asked
us
which
of
us
had
the
most
sweethearts
.
Mahony
mentioned
lightly
that
he
had
three
totties
.
The
man
asked
me
how
many
I
had
.
I
answered
that
I
had
none
.
He
did
not
believe
me
and
said
he
was
sure
I
must
have
one
.
I
was
silent
.
"
Tell
us
,
"
said
Mahony
pertly
to
the
man
,
"
how
many
have
you
yourself
?
"
The
man
smiled
as
before
and
said
that
when
he
was
our
age
he
had
lots
of
sweethearts
.
"
Every
boy
,
"
he
said
,
"
has
a
little
sweetheart
.
"
