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So
do
n't
you
go
off
with
none
in
your
pockets
,
young
gentleman
!
"
This
seemed
,
at
the
time
but
a
merry
jest
,
and
Peter
felt
at
once
that
the
Porter
was
a
friendly
sort
with
no
nonsense
about
him
.
But
later
the
words
came
back
to
Peter
with
a
new
meaning
.
Have
you
ever
gone
into
a
farmhouse
kitchen
on
a
baking
day
,
and
seen
the
great
crock
of
dough
set
by
the
fire
to
rise
?
If
you
have
,
and
if
you
were
at
that
time
still
young
enough
to
be
interested
in
everything
you
saw
,
you
will
remember
that
you
found
yourself
quite
unable
to
resist
the
temptation
to
poke
your
finger
into
the
soft
round
of
dough
that
curved
inside
the
pan
like
a
giant
mushroom
.
And
you
will
remember
that
your
finger
made
a
dent
in
the
dough
,
and
that
slowly
,
but
quite
surely
,
the
dent
disappeared
,
and
the
dough
looked
quite
the
same
as
it
did
before
you
touched
it
.
Unless
,
of
course
,
your
hand
was
extra
dirty
,
in
which
case
,
naturally
,
there
would
be
a
little
black
mark
.
Well
,
it
was
just
like
that
with
the
sorrow
the
children
had
felt
at
Father
's
going
away
,
and
at
Mother
's
being
so
unhappy
.
It
made
a
deep
impression
,
but
the
impression
did
not
last
long
.
They
soon
got
used
to
being
without
Father
,
though
they
did
not
forget
him
;
and
they
got
used
to
not
going
to
school
,
and
to
seeing
very
little
of
Mother
,
who
was
now
almost
all
day
shut
up
in
her
upstairs
room
writing
,
writing
,
writing
.
She
used
to
come
down
at
tea-time
and
read
aloud
the
stories
she
had
written
.
They
were
lovely
stories
.
The
rocks
and
hills
and
valleys
and
trees
,
the
canal
,
and
above
all
,
the
railway
,
were
so
new
and
so
perfectly
pleasing
that
the
remembrance
of
the
old
life
in
the
villa
grew
to
seem
almost
like
a
dream
.
Mother
had
told
them
more
than
once
that
they
were
'
quite
poor
now
,
'
but
this
did
not
seem
to
be
anything
but
a
way
of
speaking
.
Grown-up
people
,
even
Mothers
,
often
make
remarks
that
do
n't
seem
to
mean
anything
in
particular
,
just
for
the
sake
of
saying
something
,
seemingly
.
There
was
always
enough
to
eat
,
and
they
wore
the
same
kind
of
nice
clothes
they
had
always
worn
.
But
in
June
came
three
wet
days
;
the
rain
came
down
,
straight
as
lances
,
and
it
was
very
,
very
cold
.
Nobody
could
go
out
,
and
everybody
shivered
.
They
all
went
up
to
the
door
of
Mother
's
room
and
knocked
.
"
Well
,
what
is
it
?
"
asked
Mother
from
inside
.
"
Mother
,
"
said
Bobbie
,
"
may
n't
I
light
a
fire
?
I
do
know
how
.
"
