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"
Yes
,
"
said
Mother
,
"
upon
all
prisoners
and
captives
.
All
prisoners
and
captives
.
"
The
Russian
gentleman
was
better
the
next
day
,
and
the
day
after
that
better
still
,
and
on
the
third
day
he
was
well
enough
to
come
into
the
garden
.
A
basket
chair
was
put
for
him
and
he
sat
there
,
dressed
in
clothes
of
Father
's
which
were
too
big
for
him
.
But
when
Mother
had
hemmed
up
the
ends
of
the
sleeves
and
the
trousers
,
the
clothes
did
well
enough
.
His
was
a
kind
face
now
that
it
was
no
longer
tired
and
frightened
,
and
he
smiled
at
the
children
whenever
he
saw
them
.
They
wished
very
much
that
he
could
speak
English
.
Mother
wrote
several
letters
to
people
she
thought
might
know
whereabouts
in
England
a
Russian
gentleman
's
wife
and
family
might
possibly
be
;
not
to
the
people
she
used
to
know
before
she
came
to
live
at
Three
Chimneys
--
she
never
wrote
to
any
of
them
--
but
strange
people
--
Members
of
Parliament
and
Editors
of
papers
,
and
Secretaries
of
Societies
.
And
she
did
not
do
much
of
her
story-writing
,
only
corrected
proofs
as
she
sat
in
the
sun
near
the
Russian
,
and
talked
to
him
every
now
and
then
.
The
children
wanted
very
much
to
show
how
kindly
they
felt
to
this
man
who
had
been
sent
to
prison
and
to
Siberia
just
for
writing
a
beautiful
book
about
poor
people
.
They
could
smile
at
him
,
of
course
;
they
could
and
they
did
.
But
if
you
smile
too
constantly
,
the
smile
is
apt
to
get
fixed
like
the
smile
of
the
hyaena
.
And
then
it
no
longer
looks
friendly
,
but
simply
silly
.
So
they
tried
other
ways
,
and
brought
him
flowers
till
the
place
where
he
sat
was
surrounded
by
little
fading
bunches
of
clover
and
roses
and
Canterbury
bells
.
And
then
Phyllis
had
an
idea
.
She
beckoned
mysteriously
to
the
others
and
drew
them
into
the
back
yard
,
and
there
,
in
a
concealed
spot
,
between
the
pump
and
the
water-butt
,
she
said
:
--
"
You
remember
Perks
promising
me
the
very
first
strawberries
out
of
his
own
garden
?
"
Perks
,
you
will
recollect
,
was
the
Porter
.
"
Well
,
I
should
think
they
're
ripe
now
.
Let
's
go
down
and
see
.
"
Mother
had
been
down
as
she
had
promised
to
tell
the
Station
Master
the
story
of
the
Russian
Prisoner
.
But
even
the
charms
of
the
railway
had
been
unable
to
tear
the
children
away
from
the
neighbourhood
of
the
interesting
stranger
.
So
they
had
not
been
to
the
station
for
three
days
.
They
went
now
.
And
,
to
their
surprise
and
distress
,
were
very
coldly
received
by
Perks
.
