Malvina of BrittanyJerome, Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka)
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Malvina of Brittany
Jerome, Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka)
Brittany (France) -- Fiction; Short stories, English
The twins did not talk that night, and decided next morning not to say
a word, but just to ask their mother to come for an evening walk with
them. The fear was that she might demand reasons. But, quite oddly,
she consented without question. It seemed to the twins that it was
Mrs. Arlington herself who took the pathway leading past the cave, and
when they reached the Cross Stones she sat down and apparently had
forgotten their existence. They stole away without her noticing them,
but did not quite know what to do with themselves. They ran for half a
mile till they came to the wood; there they remained awhile, careful
not to venture within; and then they crept back. They found their
mother sitting just as they had left her. They thought she was asleep,
but her eyes were wide open. They were tremendously relieved, though
what they had feared they never knew. They sat down, one on each side
of her, and each took a hand, but in spite of her eyes being open, it
was quite a time before she seemed conscious of their return. She rose
and slowly looked about her, and as she did so the church clock struck
nine. She could not at first believe it was so late. Convinced by
looking at her watch--there was just light enough for her to see
it--she became all at once more angry than the twins had ever known
her, and for the first time in their lives they both experienced the
sensation of having their ears boxed. Nine o'clock was the proper time
for supper and they were half an hour from home, and it was all their
fault. It did not take them half an hour. It took them twenty
minutes, Mrs. Arlington striding ahead and the twins panting breathless
behind her. Mr. Arlington had not yet returned. He came in five
minutes afterwards, and Mrs. Arlington told him what she thought of
him. It was the shortest supper within the twins' recollection. They
found themselves in bed ten minutes in advance of the record. They
could hear their mother's voice from the kitchen. A jug of milk had
been overlooked and had gone sour. She had given Jane a week's notice
before the clock struck ten.
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