More Tales of the BirdsFowler, W. Warde (William Warde)
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More Tales of the Birds
Fowler, W. Warde (William Warde)
Birds; Birds -- Juvenile literature
“The dream was gone now, and I edged myself down as near as I could to
the hedge, keeping my eye on the master. Luckily for me at this moment
one young rascal contrived to dig his spade into another’s heel, and got
a blow in the face for his pains; and the master was down on the boy
that hit him, and marched him off to the house for punishment. I seized
the chance, and was at the hedge in a moment, carrying an armful of
weeds to throw away in the ditch, so as not to attract the notice of the
others. Sure enough there was my own dear old Nelly’s face peering up
through a tiny opening which some rabbit had made in coming to feed on
our cabbages.
“‘Johnny,’ she whispered, ‘give me a kiss.’
“I scrambled into the hedge and gave her half-a-dozen; but I couldn’t
speak; I was far away in a dream again. Nelly, however, was wide awake
and knew the value of her time.
“‘I’m staying with Uncle Jonas, in the white cottage next to the
turnpike. It’s not a mile away. And look here, Johnny, Mag’s there too.
He’s all safe; I’ve put a bit of wire on his door-fastening ever since
you were taken up. Do you know, it was open when I took him away that
day, but there he was all safe, and I’ve taken such care of him for your
sake. We talk about you a great deal, Mag and I do. And, Johnny, you
come down and see him. Uncle Jonas says you’re to run away. You’re
innocent, you know, so it doesn’t matter. I’ve arranged it all, clothes
and everything. We’ll go to America till it’s all blown over, and
then——’
“‘Reynardson, down there, what are you doing?’ calls out the master, as
he came back to look after his charges. And Nelly’s head slipped away in
an instant, leaving, in the hurry, as I noticed, a wisp of her brown
hair sticking on a thorn; which, by the way, I managed to secure later
in the day, and put away in my trousers pocket for want of a safer
place.
“I suppose it was from her Uncle Jonas that Nelly got this notion of
America, and waiting there ‘till it’s all blown over.’ Anyhow, Uncle
Jonas, like many of the neighbours of the new Reformatory, were on the
side of us boys, and aided and abetted Nelly in her scheme for getting
me away. He never thought, poor man, he was laying himself open to the
law. And that good uncle would have got himself into a serious scrape if
things had turned out as they ought to have done, for I contrived to
slip away from the school the very next day, and was hidden in the white
cottage all that night.
“I had got quite reckless; for, as Nelly said, when one is innocent,
what does it matter? And she was so exactly her old self, and took such
care of me—burying my school dress in the garden, and rigging me out in
some old things of her uncle’s, and laughing at me in my big coat that I
soon felt my pluck coming back again, though I cried a good deal at
first, from fright as much as joy. And Mag, too, was exactly his old
self, and was not a bit ashamed of me; it was some one else he ought to
be ashamed of, as you shall soon hear.
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