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He
,
the
foolish
one
,
witless
on
whose
side
the
gods
were
fighting
that
day
,
discharged
yet
other
missiles
,
wavering
and
wide
of
the
mark
;
for
his
wind
had
been
taken
with
the
first
clod
,
and
he
shot
wildly
,
as
one
already
desperate
and
in
flight
.
I
got
another
clod
in
at
short
range
;
we
clinched
on
the
brow
of
the
hill
,
and
rolled
down
to
the
bottom
together
.
When
he
had
shaken
himself
free
and
regained
his
legs
,
he
trotted
smartly
off
in
the
direction
of
his
mother
’
s
cottage
;
but
over
his
shoulder
he
discharged
at
me
both
imprecation
and
deprecation
,
menace
mixed
up
with
an
under
-
current
of
tears
.
But
as
for
me
,
I
made
off
smartly
for
the
road
,
my
frame
tingling
,
my
head
high
,
with
never
a
backward
look
at
the
Settlement
of
suggestive
aspect
,
or
at
my
well
-
planned
future
which
lay
in
fragments
around
it
.
Life
had
its
jollities
,
then
;
life
was
action
,
contest
,
victory
!
The
present
was
rosy
once
more
,
surprises
lurked
on
every
side
,
and
I
was
beginning
to
feel
villainously
hungry
.
Just
as
I
gained
the
road
a
cart
came
rattling
by
,
and
I
rushed
for
it
,
caught
the
chain
that
hung
below
,
and
swung
thrillingly
between
the
dizzy
wheels
,
choked
and
blinded
with
delicious
-
smelling
dust
,
the
world
slipping
by
me
like
a
streaky
ribbon
below
,
till
the
driver
licked
at
me
with
his
whip
,
and
I
had
to
descend
to
earth
again
.
Abandoning
the
beaten
track
,
I
then
struck
homewards
through
the
fields
;
not
that
the
way
was
very
much
shorter
,
but
rather
because
on
that
route
one
avoided
the
bridge
,
and
had
to
splash
through
the
stream
and
get
refreshingly
wet
.
Bridges
were
made
for
narrow
folk
,
for
people
with
aims
and
vocations
which
compelled
abandonment
of
many
of
life
’
s
highest
pleasures
.
Truly
wise
men
called
on
each
element
alike
to
minister
to
their
joy
,
and
while
the
touch
of
sun
-
bathed
air
,
the
fragrance
of
garden
soil
,
the
ductible
qualities
of
mud
,
and
the
spark
-
whirling
rapture
of
playing
with
fire
,
had
each
their
special
charm
,
they
did
not
overlook
the
bliss
of
getting
their
feet
wet
.
As
I
came
forth
on
the
common
Harold
broke
out
of
an
adjoining
copse
and
ran
to
meet
me
,
the
morning
rain
-
clouds
all
blown
away
from
his
face
.
He
had
made
a
new
squirrel
-
stick
,
it
seemed
.
Made
it
all
himself
;
melted
the
lead
and
everything
!
I
examined
the
instrument
critically
,
and
pronounced
it
absolutely
magnificent
.
As
we
passed
in
at
our
gate
the
girls
were
distantly
visible
,
gardening
with
a
zeal
in
cheerful
contrast
to
their
heartsick
lassitude
of
the
morning
.
“
There
’
s
bin
another
letter
come
to
-
day
,
”
Harold
explained
,
“
and
the
hamper
got
joggled
about
on
the
journey
,
and
the
presents
worked
down
into
the
straw
and
all
over
the
place
.
One
of
’
em
turned
up
inside
the
cold
duck
.
And
that
’
s
why
they
weren
’
t
found
at
first
.
And
Edward
said
,
Thanks
AWFULLY
”
I
did
not
see
Martha
again
until
we
were
all
re
-
assembled
at
tea
-
time
,
when
she
seemed
red
-
eyed
and
strangely
silent
,
neither
scolding
nor
finding
fault
with
anything
Instead
,
she
was
very
kind
and
thoughtful
with
jams
and
things
,
feverishly
pressing
unwonted
delicacies
on
us
,
who
wanted
little
pressing
enough
.
Then
suddenly
,
when
I
was
busiest
,
she
disappeared
;
and
Charlotte
whispered
me
presently
that
she
had
heard
her
go
to
her
room
and
lock
herself
in
.
This
struck
me
as
a
funny
sort
of
proceeding
.
She
stood
on
the
other
side
of
the
garden
fence
,
and
regarded
me
gravely
as
I
came
down
the
road
.
Then
she
said
,
“
Hi
-
o
!
”
and
I
responded
,
“
Hullo
!
”
and
pulled
up
somewhat
nervously
.
To
tell
the
truth
,
the
encounter
was
not
entirely
unexpected
on
my
part
.
The
previous
Sunday
I
had
seen
her
in
church
,
and
after
service
it
had
transpired
who
she
was
,
this
new
-
comer
,
and
what
aunt
she
was
staying
with
.
That
morning
a
volunteer
had
been
called
for
,
to
take
a
note
to
the
Parsonage
,
and
rather
to
my
own
surprise
I
had
found
myself
stepping
forward
with
alacrity
,
while
the
others
had
become
suddenly
absorbed
in
various
pursuits
,
or
had
sneaked
unobtrusively
out
of
view
.
Certainly
I
had
not
yet
formed
any
deliberate
plan
of
action
;
yet
I
suppose
I
recollected
that
the
road
to
the
Parsonage
led
past
her
aunt
’
s
garden
.
She
began
the
conversation
,
while
I
hopped
backwards
and
forwards
over
the
ditch
,
feigning
a
careless
ease
.
“
Saw
you
in
church
on
Sunday
,
”
she
said
;
“
only
you
looked
different
then
.
All
dressed
up
,
and
your
hair
quite
smooth
,
and
brushed
up
at
the
sides
,
and
oh
,
so
shiny
!
What
do
they
put
on
it
to
make
it
shine
like
that
?
Don
’
t
you
hate
having
your
hair
brushed
?
”
she
ran
on
,
without
waiting
for
an
answer
.
“
How
your
boots
squeaked
when
you
came
down
the
aisle
!
When
mine
squeak
,
I
walk
in
all
the
puddles
till
they
stop
.
Think
I
’
ll
get
over
the
fence
.
”
This
she
proceeded
to
do
in
a
businesslike
way
,
while
,
with
my
hands
deep
in
my
pockets
,
I
regarded
her
movements
with
silent
interest
,
as
those
of
some
strange
new
animal
.
