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The
leaves
were
well
alight
by
this
time
,
and
Harold
had
just
added
an
old
furze
bush
,
which
flamed
and
crackled
stirringly
.
“
Go
’
n
’
get
some
more
sticks
,
”
ordered
Selina
,
“
and
shavings
,
’
n
’
chunks
of
wood
,
’
n
’
anything
you
can
find
.
Look
here
—
in
the
kitchen
-
garden
there
’
s
a
pile
of
old
pea
-
sticks
.
Fetch
as
many
as
you
can
carry
,
and
then
go
back
and
bring
some
more
!
”
“
But
I
say
,
—
”
began
Harold
,
amazedly
,
scarce
knowing
his
sister
,
and
with
a
vision
of
a
frenzied
gardener
,
pea
-
stickless
and
threatening
retribution
.
“
Go
and
fetch
’
em
quick
!
”
shouted
Selina
,
stamping
with
impatience
.
Harold
ran
off
at
once
,
true
to
the
stern
system
of
discipline
in
which
he
had
been
nurtured
.
But
his
eyes
were
like
round
O
’
s
,
and
as
he
ran
he
talked
fast
to
himself
,
in
evident
disorder
of
mind
.
The
pea
-
sticks
made
a
rare
blaze
,
and
the
fire
,
no
longer
smouldering
sullenly
,
leapt
up
and
began
to
assume
the
appearance
of
a
genuine
bonfire
.
Harold
,
awed
into
silence
at
first
,
began
to
jump
round
it
with
shouts
of
triumph
.
Selina
looked
on
grimly
,
with
knitted
brow
;
she
was
not
yet
fully
satisfied
.
“
Can
’
t
you
get
any
more
sticks
?
”
she
said
presently
.
“
Go
and
hunt
about
.
Get
some
old
hampers
and
matting
and
things
out
of
the
tool
-
house
.
Smash
up
that
old
cucumber
frame
Edward
shoved
you
into
,
the
day
we
were
playing
scouts
and
Mohicans
.
Stop
a
bit
!
Hooray
!
I
know
.
You
come
along
with
me
.
”
Hard
by
there
was
a
hot
-
house
,
Aunt
Eliza
’
s
special
pride
and
joy
,
and
even
grimly
approved
of
by
the
gardener
.
At
one
end
,
in
an
out
-
house
adjoining
,
the
necessary
firing
was
stored
;
and
to
this
sacred
fuel
,
of
which
we
were
strictly
forbidden
to
touch
a
stick
,
Selina
went
straight
.
Harold
followed
obediently
,
prepared
for
any
crime
after
that
of
the
pea
-
sticks
,
but
pinching
himself
to
see
if
he
were
really
awake
.
“
You
bring
some
coals
,
”
said
Selina
briefly
,
without
any
palaver
or
pro
-
and
-
con
discussion
.
“
Here
’
s
a
basket
.
I
’
LL
manage
the
faggots
!
”
In
a
very
few
minutes
there
was
little
doubt
about
its
being
a
genuine
bonfire
and
no
paltry
makeshift
.
Selina
,
a
Maenad
now
,
hatless
and
tossing
disordered
locks
,
all
the
dross
of
the
young
lady
purged
out
of
her
,
stalked
around
the
pyre
of
her
own
purloining
,
or
prodded
it
with
a
pea
-
stick
.
And
as
she
prodded
she
murmured
at
intervals
,
“
I
KNEW
there
was
something
we
could
do
!
It
isn
’
t
much
—
but
still
it
’
s
SOMETHING
!
”
