The Stokesley SecretYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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The Stokesley Secret
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Family -- Juvenile fiction
There is nothing in grief that of necessity makes children or grown
people good. Sometimes, especially when there is suspense, it fills them
with excitement, as well as putting them out of their usual habits; and
thus it often happens that there are tremendous explosions of naughtiness
just when some one is ill in a house, and the children ought to be most
good. But it is certain that unless trouble be taken in the right way,
it makes people worse instead of better.
CHAPTER XI.
HAL had got into a mood in which he was tired of fears and of waiting for
tidings, and was glad to shake off the thought, and be carried along to
something new, he and the Grevilles were rather fond of one another’s
company, in an idle sort of way. They “put him up to things,” as he
said; they made a variety; and he was always glad of listeners to his
wonderful stories, which rather diverted the other boys, who, though they
sometimes made game of them, were much less apt to pick them to pieces
than was Sam.
Poor Captain Merrifield! what had not befallen him, according to his son?
He had been stuck on to a rock of loadstone; he had been bitten by
mosquitos as big as jackdaws—at least as jack-snipes; he had sat down to
rest on the trunk of a fallen tree, and it whisked him over on his face,
and turned out to be a rattle-snake—at least, a boa-constrictor! Nay,
Henry discoursed on the ponies he had himself tamed, the rabbits he had
shot, the trees he had climbed, the nests he had found, the rats he had
killed, in terms he durst not use when his brother was by; or if he did,
and Sam brought him to book, he always said “it was all fun.” It often
seemed as if he did not himself know whether he meant to be believed or
otherwise; and as to his intentions for his sailor life, they were, as
has been already seen, of the most splendid character! Sometimes he shot
the French admiral dead from the mast-head; sometimes he sailed into
Plymouth with the whole enemy’s fleet behind him; sometimes he, the
youngest midshipman, rescued the whole crew in a wreck where all the
other officers were drowned; sometimes he shot a shark through the head,
just as it was about to make a meal of Prince Alfred!
He certainly was thus an entertaining companion to those who did not pay
heed to truth, and liked to hear or laugh at great swelling words; and
the Grevilles, on their idle day, were glad to have him with them, and
were rather curious to prove how much fact there was in his boast of
being a most admirable shot.
Meddling with guns was absolutely forbidden to all the three, except by
special permission and with an elder looking on; but the Grevilles were
not in the habit of obeying, except when they were forced to do so; and
Henry, having once begun to think no one would heed his present doings,
was ready to go on rather than be accused of minding his governess.
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