Children of the Dear CotswoldsHarker, L. Allen (Lizzie Allen)
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Children of the Dear Cotswolds
Harker, L. Allen (Lizzie Allen)
Cotswold Hills (England) -- Fiction
Lady Valeria yawned again. Heedless of the precepts of St. Paul, she
removed her hat. Then she leaned her head against her mother’s shoulder
and slept.
She slept all through the sermon; even the singing of the closing hymn
did not awake her.
The school children, including the now repentant Thomas Beames, had
clattered out, and still the Lady Valeria slept.
Her mother kissed and woke her, and as they walked across the sunny
market-place, Lady Valeria remarked cheerfully, "Mammy dear, mammy dear!
I like church, you feels so nice and fresh when you comes out!"
*XII*
*"OUR FATHERS HAVE TOLD US"*
Ridgeway came in with the morning paper while Johnny was still at
breakfast. Johnny was late, but at the beginning of the holidays he
generally was late unless it happened to be a hunting morning.
Something had evidently stirred Ridgeway out of his usual stately calm,
for instead of bringing in the paper neatly folded upon a salver, he
held it open in his hand, and his hands were shaking.
"It’s all here, Master Johnny!" he cried. "Bobs ’e spoke and Lord Curzon
’e spoke, and the King and the Viceroy sent messages and no end of nobs
besides: and to think of it! the General was there to ’ear it all. An’
that gentleman wot writes the books you’re so fond of, _he_ was there
an’ ’e wrote a hymn ’specially for the occasion."
Johnny snatched the paper and Ridgeway retired to the sideboard, where
he stood with his back to Johnny, blowing his nose and clearing his
throat in a highly unprofessional fashion.
"I’m glad grandfather was there," Johnny said presently. "Don’t you
wish you’d been there, Ridgeway? But I suppose you were born a bit too
late ... you were born after the Mutiny, weren’t you?"
"Bless you, yes, Master Johnny. Why, ’owever old do you think I am?"
"Everybody seems rather old in this house after school, you know,"
Johnny explained apologetically. "At school there’s fifty chaps, and
Hatton Major’s the eldest and he’s just fourteen and seven months. He’s
leaving this term. I shall be leaving at midsummer, you know, for then
I shall be fourteen. When’ll grandfather be back, Ridgeway?"
"The General said ’e’d telegraph this morning. I expect ’e’s a bit
tired after that dinner. My word! it must have been a fine sight—all
those old chaps, and the officers, all with their medals and their
orders on. Somethin’ like a _Tamash_ that was. They’ve seen a deal,
they ’ave."
Johnny rose from table with the paper still in his hand. "I think," he
said, "that grandfather would wish all the servants to hear what’s in
this paper, and I’d like to read it to them. Please tell them to come
here at once, Ridgeway."
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