The Mysterious Shin ShiraFarrow, G. E. (George Edward)
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The Mysterious Shin Shira
Farrow, G. E. (George Edward)
Fantasy literature
"Well, it strikes me that you have done so," I laughed; "but we shall be
delighted with your company if you care to stay."
"That's all right then," said Shin Shira, settling down comfortably;
"there's nothing I should like better this warm day," and he took off
his turban and rubbed his little bald head with a yellow silk
handkerchief.
The sight of the jewel in it reminded him to ask me what became of the
two bags of diamonds he left in the basket of the balloon when he
disappeared on our way back to Baghdad.
I told him what had happened, and how I had lost all of mine except the
few almost worthless ones which I had put in my pocket.
"I was rather more fortunate," said Shin Shira, "for amongst those which
I saved were one or two very valuable ones, and several more which I can
sell at a very good price when it becomes necessary."
"But I thought you could have whatever you wished for?" said Dick.
"Oh no," replied the Dwarf, "not money, you know--almost anything else,
but not money, because, you see, it wouldn't be legal to make money, and
I can tell you I have often found it very awkward to have appeared in a
strange place with no money at all in my pocket. I have indeed once or
twice almost been tempted to sell even the jewel which the Princess gave
me. Now fortunately that will never be necessary."
"What part of Burnham Beeches do you wish me to drive to, sir?" asked
the coachman at this moment; "we're just coming to the village."
"Oh, you'd better put the horses up at the stables, and get a man to
help you with the hampers, and we'll walk on to the wood. You know where
I generally have luncheon."
"Very well, sir!" said the man, touching his hat with his whip and
stopping at the old-fashioned inn in the village.
We were all very glad to stretch our legs after the long ride, and
having had some lemonade and fruit at a little shop in the High Street,
we quite enjoyed the walk up to the wood.
Here under the trees in a beautiful spot we sat down to wait for the men
with the hampers.
After waiting for some time with growing impatience, our coachman turned
up with a rueful face.
"There ain't no hamper, sir," he said.
"What?" I exclaimed. "No hamper! What do you mean?"
"There ain't no hamper in the trap, sir. I didn't have it up in front,
so I thought you had it in with you. Do you think it's fallen out, sir?"
"By Jove, sir!" cried Lionel suddenly, "it's my fault. You told me to
see that the man put the hampers on in front, and I clean forgot all
about it."
If it hadn't been such a serious matter it would have been highly
amusing to watch the blank dismay depicted on every face on hearing this
disastrous news.
"What on earth are we to do?" exclaimed Dick, with almost tragic
concern.
"There's only one thing to be done, I suppose," said I resignedly, after
sending the man away; "we shall have to return to the village and have
our luncheon at the inn."
"It won't be a picnic at all then," pouted Lady Betty ruefully.
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