Bildungsromans; Country life -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Pastoral fiction; Siblings -- Fiction
Then there was the fourpence I owed Edward; not that he was bothering me
for it, but I knew he was in need of it himself, to pay back Selina, who
wanted it to make up a sum of two shillings, to buy Harold an ironclad
for his approaching birthday,--H. M. S. Majestic, now lying uselessly
careened in the toyshop window, just when her country had such sore need
of her.
And then there was that boy in the village who had caught a young
squirrel, and I had never yet possessed one, and he wanted a shilling
for it, but I knew that for ninepence in cash--but what was the good of
these sorry, threadbare reflections? I had wants enough to exhaust any
possible find of bullion, even if it amounted to half a sovereign.
My only hope now lay in the magic drawer, and here I was standing and
letting the precious minutes slip by. Whether “findings” of this sort
could, morally speaking, be considered “keepings,” was a point that did
not occur to me.
The room was very still as I approached the bureau,--possessed, it
seemed to be, by a sort of hush of expectation. The faint odour of
orris-root that floated forth as I let down the flap, seemed to identify
itself with the yellows and browns of the old wood, till hue and scent
were of one quality and interchangeable.
Even so, ere this, the pot-pourri had mixed itself with the tints of the
old brocade, and brocade and pot-pourri had long been one.
With expectant fingers I explored the empty pigeon-holes and sounded the
depths of the softly-sliding drawers. No books that I knew of gave any
general recipe for a quest like this; but the glory, should I succeed
unaided, would be all the greater.
To him who is destined to arrive, the fates never fail to afford, on the
way, their small encouragements; in less than two minutes, I had come
across a rusty button-hook. This was truly magnificent. In the nursery
there existed, indeed, a general button-hook, common to either sex;
but none of us possessed a private and special button-hook, to lend or
refuse as suited the high humour of the moment. I pocketed the treasure
carefully and proceeded. At the back of another drawer, three old
foreign stamps told me I was surely on the highroad to fortune.
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