Brothers -- Fiction; Children -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Motherless families -- Fiction
Great stillness now reigned in the nursery for more than an hour. It was
only broken by the monotonous drone of Humphrey's reading, and
Virginie's occasional "Tenez-vous bien. Otez donc les bras de la table
Ne donnez pas des coups de pied à la chaise"--varied by the fall of
Miles's bricks, as he knocked down one completed castle after another,
in despair at not being able to call upon his brother to admire them.
As the time at which Humphrey's release was due approached, and there
were no signs of moving on Virginie's part, Miles gave vent, at
intervals, to deep-drawn sighs.
It came at last; Virginie shut up the book, and put a mark in it, and
Humphrey, with a loud "Hurrah," dashed his chair suddenly back, and
turned head over heels on the floor.
Miles threw himself upon him, and the two rolled over and over each
other, in the "abandon" of perfect enjoyment.
"We'll start for the pond directly after tea," whispered Humphrey.
But Virginie had other plans in view, and to the children's disgust they
were taken for a walk with her, to visit the wife of one of the farmers.
The long confinement in the farmer's kitchen, while Virginie and the
farmer's wife talked about bonnets and trimmings, was very wearisome to
the two boys. Miles found some compensation in the discovery of a tiny
kitten on the hearth; and Humphrey, mounting on a chair, played with the
trigger of the farmer's gun which hung over the mantelpiece, "just to
see whether it was loaded or not."
They did not get home till Miles's bed-time.
Humphrey established himself on the edge of the bath, and watched
Virginie carefully as she undressed his little brother, that he might
learn how Miles's vestments succeeded each other; for he felt a little
doubtful of his own powers as a valet.
His face lengthened considerably when he saw how many strings there
would be to tie.
He drew nearer, in his eagerness, as Virginie untied them one after the
other; and began considering how to do the untying process backwards,
and wondering whether it would produce the desired result.
"Don't be in such a hurry," he called out, in his excitement, as she
pulled out the last tie, "I didn't half see."
Virginie's look of astonishment recalled him to himself, and he
retreated hastily to his seat on the edge of the bath.
Fortunately for him, she was so taken up with reproving him for
speaking to her in English, that she forgot to inquire into his
extraordinary interest in the tape strings.
CHAPTER IV.
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