David Blaize and the Blue DoorBenson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
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David Blaize and the Blue Door
Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
Adventure stories; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy fiction; Imaginary places -- Juvenile fiction
‘I don’t know why you couldn’t have told me that at first,’ said David
to the tabby.
‘Nor do I. It was my poor head. The dancing gets into it, and makes it
turn round and square, one after the other. May we go on?’
The cats began to recover as he stopped shaking the bottle, and he
walked on round the corner where the game cupboard stood against the
wall. All the games were kept there, the Noah’s Ark, and the spillikins,
and the Badminton, and the Happy Families, and the oak-bricks, and the
lead soldiers; and, as usual, the door of it was slightly open, because,
when all the games were put away, even Nannie could not shut it tight.
To-night there was an extraordinary stir going on in it, everything was
slipping about inside, and, as David paused to see what was happening, a
couple of marbles rolled out. But, instead of stopping on the carpet,
they continued rolling faster and faster, and he heard them hopping
downstairs in the direction of the garden door.
‘I don’t want to play games just yet,’ he said to himself, ‘when there
is so much to explore, but I must see what they are doing.’
He opened the door a little wider, and heard an encouraging voice, which
he knew must be Noah’s, come from inside.
‘That’s right,’ it said; ‘now we can see what we’re doing. Is my ulster
buttoned properly this time, missus? Last night, when you buttoned it
for me, you did it wrong, you did, and I caught cold in my ankle, I did.
It’s been sneezing all day, it has.’
‘I never saw such trouble as you men are,’ said Mrs. Noah. ‘Get up, you
silly, and don’t sit on Shem’s hat. I’ve been looking for it
everywhere.’
David stooped down and looked in. He had a sort of idea that he was
invisible, and wouldn’t disturb anybody. There was the ark, with all its
windows open, and the family were dressing. It consisted of two
compartments, in the second of which lived the animals, one on the top
of each other right up to the roof. There was no door in it, but the
roof lifted off. At present it was tightly closed and latched, and
confused noises of lions roaring and elephants trumpeting and cows
mooing, dogs barking, and birds singing came from inside. Sometimes
there was ordinary talk too, for the animals had all learned English
from David as well as knowing their own animal tongue, and the Indian
elephant spoke Hindustanee in addition. He was slim and light blue, and
was known as the ‘Elegant Elephant,’ in contrast to a stout black one
who never spoke at all. All this David thought that he and Nannie had
made up, but now he knew that it was perfectly true. And he stood
waiting to see what would happen next.
The hubbub increased.
‘If that great lamb would get off my chest,’ said the elegant elephant,
‘I should be able to get up. Why don’t they come and open the roof?’
‘Not time yet,’ said the cow. ‘The family are still dressing. But it’s a
tight fit to-night. I’m glad the pin-partridge isn’t here scratching us
all.’
‘Where’s it gone?’ said the elephant.
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