Jeremy and Hamlet: A Chronicle of Certain Incidents in the Lives of a Boy, a Dog, and a Country TownWalpole, Hugh
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Jeremy and Hamlet: A Chronicle of Certain Incidents in the Lives of a Boy, a Dog, and a Country Town
Walpole, Hugh
Boys -- Fiction; Dogs -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
“No, I don’t. I think the boy perfectly delightful. I don’t as a rule
like boys. In fact, I detest them. I’ve come slowly to Jeremy, but now
I’m quite conquered by him. He’s a baby in many ways still, of course,
but he has extraordinary perceptions, is brave, honest, amusing and
delightful to look at.”
“Honest,” said Mr. Cole gloomily, “that’s just what I’m not sure about.
That affair of the money at the beginning of the holidays.”
“Really, Herbert,” Samuel broke in indignantly, “if you’ll allow me to
say so—and even if you won’t—you were wrong in that affair from first
to last. You never gave the boy a chance. You concluded he was guilty
from the first moment. The boy thought he had a right to the money. You
bullied and scolded him until he was terrified, and then wanted him to
apologize. Twenty years from now parents will have learnt something
about their children—the children are going to teach them. Your one
idea of bringing up Jeremy is to forbid him to do everything that his
natural instincts urge him to do.
“He is a perfectly healthy, affectionate, decent boy. He’ll do you
credit, but it won’t be your merit if he does. It will be in spite of
what you’ve done—not because of it.”
Mr. Cole was deeply shocked.
“Really, Samuel, this is going too far. As you’ve challenged me, I may
say that I’ve noticed, and Amy also has noticed, that you’re doing the
boy no good by petting him as you are. It’s largely because you are
always inviting the boy into that studio of yours and encouraging him in
the strangest ideas that he has grown as independent as he has. I don’t
think you’re a wholesome influence for the boy. I don’t indeed.”
Samuel’s face closed like a box. He was very angry. He would have liked,
as he would have liked on many other occasions, to say, “Very well,
then, I leave your house in the next five minutes,” but he was lazy, had
very little money, and adored the town, so he simply shrugged his
shoulders.
“You can forbid him to speak to me if you like,” he said.
Mr. Cole was afraid of his brother-in-law, so all he said was: “I shall
write to Thompson about him.”
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