Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories
“Well, I was h-hurt by one man, who treated me rather shabbily. He
allowed me to explain the whole scheme--swings, sand-heaps, seats and
all--and he asked me a hundred questions about the parish and my work,
till I think he knew as much about the place as we do ourselves, and
then sent me off without a penny--said he didn't give to subscriptions
on p-principle.”
“What a mean, hypocritical wretch!”
“I left rather down, for I had lost h-half an hour with him, and I was
afraid I had offended him by some remark, but when I met Welsby again in
the street and told him, he declared that I ought not to have been sent
there, because D-Dodson--that's his name--was the most inquisitive and
hardest man on 'Change.”
“He can't be a gentleman, at any rate, to question you for mere
curiosity; I hope you gave him something to think over.”
“No, I didn't; it's no use, and only frets oneself. He had a big
c-chance and lost it What do you say to inviting the subscribers down
some evening when the playground is in full occupation? They will get
full value for their money at the sight of the girls on the swings, and
the boys at ball, and the b-babies scooping up the sand, and the old
folks sunning themselves on their seats.”
“It will be splendid; but Fred, it goes to my heart that our own boys
can have no holiday, and when their schoolfellows are away in Wales,
will be sweltering in this close house.”
“How much have we in the h-holiday fund?”
“Just two pounds and sixpence. Save as I would, that is all I could
manage... If we had not given so much away we might...”
“You are just as r-ready to give as I am, my little wife, and none of us
regret anything we've done for the poor souls around us; but I'm sorry
for the boys. Did you tell them?”
“No, I hadn't the heart, so I played the coward and said you were
thinking the matter over, and that you would tell them, perhaps,
to-morrow morning.”
“Do you know I rather s-suspected this would be the end of it, and I
was planning how to make the best of things. I made up a series of cheap
trips, personally conducted, to New Brighton, and Cheshire, and Hale;
you'll give us our l-lunch, and we'll have a regular picnic. I have some
old knick-knacks of my schooldays at Shrewsbury, and I'll offer them as
p-prizes for the best account of the day. You'll come with us, too, and
we'll have a particularly jolly time.
“Letters? The post is late to-night That is about the c-contract for
swings, and this is a diocesan circular, and there is a new company
p-prospectus--rather an irony sending it to me--but here are two unknown
hands; let us see the news.
“Now isn't this good? £3 for the playground from a Dissenter who
c-complains I didn't call on him, and has a kind word about my hard
work, as he calls it; and I've been often annoyed at that man for the
things he said on Disestablishment. He may say anything he pleases now
on a platform; I know there is a kind heart behind the words.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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