Bildungsromans; Country life -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Pastoral fiction; Siblings -- Fiction
By shaken out of missionary-box with the help
of a knife-blade. (They were our own pennies
and a forced levy) 0 4
By bet due from Edward, for walking across the
field where Farmer Larkin’s bull was, and
Edward bet him twopence he wouldn’t—called
in with difficulty 0 2
By advance from Martha, on no security at all,
only you mustn’t tell your aunt 1 0
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Total 5 0
and at last we breathed again.
The rest promised to be easy. Selina had a tea-party at five on the
morrow, with the chipped old wooden tea-things that had served her
successive dolls from babyhood. Harold would slip off directly after
dinner, going alone, so as not to arouse suspicion, as we were not
allowed to go into the town by ourselves. It was nearly two miles to
our small metropolis, but there would be plenty of time for him to go
and return, even laden with the olive-branch neatly packed in shavings.
Besides, he might meet the butcher, who was his friend and would give
him a lift. Then, finally, at five, the rapture of the new tea-service,
descended from the skies; and, retribution made, making-up at last,
without loss of dignity. With the event before us, we thought it a
small thing that twenty-four hours more of alienation and pretended
sulks must be kept up on Harold’s part; but Selina, who naturally
knew nothing of the treat in store for her, moped for the rest of the
evening, and took a very heavy heart to bed.
Next day when the hour for action arrived, Harold evaded Olympian
attention with an easy modesty born of long practice, and made off for
the front gate. Selina, who had been keeping her eye upon him, thought
he was going down to the pond to catch frogs, a joy they had planned
to share together, and made after him. But Harold, though he heard her
footsteps, continued sternly on his high mission, without even looking
back; and Selina was left to wander disconsolately among flower-beds
that had lost—for her—all scent and colour. I saw it all, and, although
cold reason approved our line of action, instinct told me we were
brutes.
[Illustration: “SHOPS CAME FIRST, OF COURSE.....”]
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