English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
A few weeks later we had a letter--duly registered and by express
messenger--in which the Signora asked us whether we proposed to renew
our lease (which was only for six months), and notifying us that, if
we did, the rent would be raised 25 per cent., in consideration of the
improvements which had been carried out. We thought ourselves lucky, at
the end of much bargaining, to get the lease renewed for a whole year
with an increase in the rent of only 15 per cent.
It was chiefly for the sake of the view that we put up with these
intolerable extortions. But we had found other reasons, after a few
days’ residence, for liking the house. Of these the most cogent was
that, in the peasant’s youngest child, we had discovered what seemed
the perfect playfellow for our own small boy. Between little Guido--for
that was his name--and the youngest of his brothers and sisters there
was a gap of six or seven years. His two elder brothers worked with
their father in the fields; since the time of the mother’s death, two
or three years before we knew them, the eldest sister had ruled the
house, and the younger, who had just left school, helped her and in
between-whiles kept an eye on Guido, who by this time, however, needed
very little looking after; for he was between six and seven years old
and as precocious, self-assured, and responsible as the children of
the poor, left as they are to themselves almost from the time they can
walk, generally are.
Though fully two and a half years older than little Robin--and at that
age thirty months are crammed with half a lifetime’s experience--Guido
took no undue advantage of his superior intelligence and strength.
I have never seen a child more patient, tolerant, and untyrannical.
He never laughed at Robin for his clumsy efforts to imitate his own
prodigious feats; he did not tease or bully, but helped his small
companion when he was in difficulties and explained when he could not
understand. In return, Robin adored him, regarded him as the model and
perfect Big Boy, and slavishly imitated him in every way he could.
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