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When
his
cheery
voice
was
at
last
heard
in
the
kitchen
and
we
had
descended
with
shouts
,
first
of
all
he
had
to
exhibit
his
tattooed
arms
,
always
a
subject
for
fresh
delight
and
envy
and
awe
;
then
he
was
called
upon
for
tricks
,
jugglings
,
and
strange
,
fearful
gymnastics
;
and
lastly
came
yarns
,
and
more
yarns
,
and
yarns
till
bedtime
.
There
had
never
been
any
one
like
Billy
in
his
own
particular
sphere
;
and
now
he
was
drowned
,
they
said
,
and
Martha
was
miserable
,
and
—
and
I
couldn
’
t
get
a
new
bootlace
.
They
told
me
that
Billy
would
never
come
back
any
more
,
and
I
stared
out
of
the
window
at
the
sun
which
came
back
,
right
enough
,
every
day
,
and
their
news
conveyed
nothing
whatever
to
me
.
Martha
’
s
sorrow
hit
home
a
little
,
but
only
because
the
actual
sight
and
sound
of
it
gave
me
a
dull
,
bad
sort
of
pain
low
down
inside
—
a
pain
not
to
be
actually
located
.
Moreover
,
I
was
still
wanting
my
bootlace
.
This
was
a
poor
sort
of
a
beginning
to
a
day
that
,
so
far
as
outside
conditions
went
,
had
promised
so
well
.
I
rigged
up
a
sort
of
jurymast
of
a
bootlace
with
a
bit
of
old
string
,
and
wandered
off
to
look
up
the
girls
,
conscious
of
a
jar
and
a
discordance
in
the
scheme
of
things
.
The
moment
I
entered
the
schoolroom
something
in
the
air
seemed
to
tell
me
that
here
,
too
,
matters
were
strained
and
awry
.
Selina
was
staring
listlessly
out
of
the
window
,
one
foot
curled
round
her
leg
.
When
I
spoke
to
her
she
jerked
a
shoulder
testily
,
but
did
not
condescend
to
the
civility
of
a
reply
.
Charlotte
,
absolutely
unoccupied
,
sprawled
in
a
chair
,
and
there
were
signs
of
sniffles
about
her
,
even
at
that
early
hour
.
It
was
but
a
trifling
matter
that
had
caused
all
this
electricity
in
the
atmosphere
,
and
the
girls
’
manner
of
taking
it
seemed
to
me
most
unreasonable
.
Within
the
last
few
days
the
time
had
come
round
for
the
despatch
of
a
hamper
to
Edward
at
school
.
Only
one
hamper
a
term
was
permitted
him
,
so
its
preparation
was
a
sort
of
blend
of
revelry
and
religious
ceremony
.
After
the
main
corpus
of
the
thing
had
been
carefully
selected
and
safely
bestowed
—
the
pots
of
jam
,
the
cake
,
the
sausages
,
and
the
apples
that
filled
up
corners
so
nicely
—
after
the
last
package
had
been
wedged
in
,
the
girls
had
deposited
their
own
private
and
personal
offerings
on
the
top
.
I
forget
their
precise
nature
;
anyhow
,
they
were
nothing
of
any
particular
practical
use
to
a
boy
.
But
they
had
involved
some
contrivance
and
labour
,
some
skimping
of
pocket
money
,
and
much
delightful
cloud
-
building
as
to
the
effect
on
their
enraptured
recipient
.
Well
,
yesterday
there
had
come
a
terse
acknowledgment
from
Edward
,
heartily
commending
the
cakes
and
the
jam
,
stamping
the
sausages
with
the
seal
of
Smith
major
’
s
approval
,
and
finally
hinting
that
,
fortified
as
he
now
was
,
nothing
more
was
necessary
but
a
remittance
of
five
shillings
in
postage
stamps
to
enable
him
to
face
the
world
armed
against
every
buffet
of
fate
.
That
was
all
.
Never
a
word
or
a
hint
of
the
personal
tributes
or
of
his
appreciation
of
them
.
To
us
—
to
Harold
and
me
,
that
is
—
the
letter
seemed
natural
and
sensible
enough
.
After
all
,
provender
was
the
main
thing
,
and
five
shillings
stood
for
a
complete
equipment
against
the
most
unexpected
turns
of
luck
.
The
presents
were
very
well
in
their
way
—
very
nice
,
and
so
on
—
but
life
was
a
serious
matter
,
and
the
contest
called
for
cakes
and
half
crowns
to
carry
it
on
,
not
gew
-
gaws
and
knitted
mittens
and
the
like
.
The
girls
,
however
,
in
their
obstinate
way
,
persisted
in
taking
their
own
view
of
the
slight
.
Hence
it
was
that
I
received
my
second
rebuff
of
the
morning
.
Somewhat
disheartened
,
I
made
my
way
downstairs
and
out
into
the
sunlight
,
where
I
found
Harold
playing
conspirators
by
himself
on
the
gravel
.
He
had
dug
a
small
hole
in
the
walk
and
had
laid
an
imaginary
train
of
powder
thereto
;
and
,
as
he
sought
refuge
in
the
laurels
from
the
inevitable
explosion
,
I
heard
him
murmur
:
“
'
My
God
!
’
said
the
Czar
,
'
my
plans
are
frustrated
!
’
”
It
seemed
an
excellent
occasion
for
being
a
black
puma
.
Harold
liked
black
pumas
,
on
the
whole
,
as
well
as
any
animal
we
were
familiar
with
.
So
I
launched
myself
on
him
,
with
the
appropriate
howl
,
rolling
him
over
on
the
gravel
.
Life
may
be
said
to
be
composed
of
things
that
come
off
and
things
that
don
’
t
come
off
.
This
thing
,
unfortunately
,
was
one
of
the
things
that
didn
’
t
come
off
.
From
beneath
me
I
heard
a
shrill
cry
of
,
“
Oh
,
it
’
s
my
sore
knee
!
”
And
Harold
wriggled
himself
free
from
the
puma
’
s
clutches
,
bellowing
dismally
.
Now
,
I
honestly
didn
’
t
know
he
had
a
sore
knee
,
and
,
what
’
s
more
,
he
knew
I
didn
’
t
know
he
had
a
sore
knee
.
According
to
boy
ethics
,
therefore
,
his
attitude
was
wrong
,
sore
knee
or
not
,
and
no
apology
was
due
from
me
.
I
made
half
-
way
advances
,
however
,
suggesting
we
should
lie
in
ambush
by
the
edge
of
the
pond
and
cut
off
the
ducks
as
they
waddled
down
in
simple
,
unsuspecting
single
file
;
then
hunt
them
as
bisons
flying
scattered
over
the
vast
prairie
.
A
fascinating
pursuit
this
,
and
strictly
illicit
.
But
Harold
would
none
of
my
overtures
,
and
retreated
to
the
house
wailing
with
full
lungs
.
Things
were
getting
simply
infernal
.
I
struck
out
blindly
for
the
open
country
;
and
even
as
I
made
for
the
gate
a
shrill
voice
from
a
window
bade
me
keep
off
the
flower
-
beds
.
When
the
gate
had
swung
to
behind
me
with
a
vicious
click
I
felt
better
,
and
after
ten
minutes
along
the
road
it
began
to
grow
on
me
that
some
radical
change
was
needed
,
that
I
was
in
a
blind
alley
,
and
that
this
intolerable
state
of
things
must
somehow
cease
.
All
that
I
could
do
I
had
already
done
.
As
well
-
meaning
a
fellow
as
ever
stepped
was
pounding
along
the
road
that
day
,
with
an
exceeding
sore
heart
;
one
who
only
wished
to
live
and
let
live
,
in
touch
with
his
fellows
,
and
appreciating
what
joys
life
had
to
offer
.
What
was
wanted
now
was
a
complete
change
of
environment
.
Some
where
in
the
world
,
I
felt
sure
,
justice
and
sympathy
still
resided
.
There
were
places
called
pampas
,
for
instance
,
that
sounded
well
.
League
upon
league
of
grass
,
with
just
an
occasional
wild
horse
,
and
not
a
relation
within
the
horizon
!
To
a
bruised
spirit
this
seemed
a
sane
and
a
healing
sort
of
existence
.
There
were
other
pleasant
corners
,
again
,
where
you
dived
for
pearls
and
stabbed
sharks
in
the
stomach
with
your
big
knife
.
No
relations
would
be
likely
to
come
interfering
with
you
when
thus
blissfully
occupied
.
And
yet
I
did
not
wish
—
just
yet
—
to
have
done
with
relations
entirely
.
They
should
be
made
to
feel
their
position
first
,
to
see
themselves
as
they
really
were
,
and
to
wish
—
when
it
was
too
late
—
that
they
had
behaved
more
properly
.
