Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories
The boys in St. Agatha's choir were not angels, but they were Jinks'
particular friends, and would do more for him than for their own
parents. He had picked them up one by one in the parish as he
visited--for he had no school--upon the two qualifications that each
one had an ear, and each was an out-and-out boy. Because he was so good
himself Jinks would have nothing to do with prigs and smugs; and because
he did nothing wrong himself he delighted in the scrapes of his boys. It
was to him they went in trouble, and he somehow found a way of escape.
Every one knew who paid for the broken glass in the snowball fight
between Thackeray and Dickens Streets, in which Bags and another
chorister, much admired for his angelic appearance, led their
neighbourhood; and it was asserted by the Protestant party that the
Papist Vicar was seen watching the fray from the corner. When an
assistant School Board master bullied his boys beyond endurance and
they brought him to his senses with pain of body, it was the Vicar of
St Agatha's who pled the case of the rebels before the Board, and saved
them from public disgrace and the Police Court The Vicarage and all its
premises were at the disposal of the boys, and they availed themselves
freely of their privileges. Bags kept his rabbits in the yard--his
parents allowed no such tenants at home--and his fellow-warrior of the
snowball fight had a promising family of white mice in one of the empty
rooms, where another chorister had a squirrel, and _his_ friend
housed four dormice. There was a fairly complete collection of
pigeons--tumblers, pouters, fantails; you could usually have your choice
in pigeons at the Vicarage of St Agatha's. The choir did elementary
gymnastics in what was the Canoness's drawing-room, and learned their
lessons, if they were moved that way, in the dining-room. Every Friday
evening, after practice, there was a toothsome supper of sausages and
mashed potatoes, with stone ginger. Ye gods, could any boy or man feed
higher than that? On Saturdays in summer the Vicar took the whole gang
to the nearest Park, where, with some invited friends, they made two
elevens and played matches, with Jinks, who was too short-sighted to
play himself, but was the keenest of sportsmen, as consulting umpire;
and on chief holidays they all made excursions into the country, when
Harold de Petre became Henry Peter with a vengeance. And this was how
there was no difficulty in getting boys for the choir, and people began
to come to hear the music at St Agatha's.
IV
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