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  TheywillnotletyouplaywithfireOrtripyoursisterupwithwire,Theygrudgethetea—trayforadrum,Orbooby—trapswhencallerscome。

  Theydon’tlikefishing,andit’strueYousometimessoakasuitortwo:

  Theylookonfireworks,thoughthey’redry,Withquiteadisapprovingeye。

  TheydonotunderstandthewayTogetthemostoutofyourday:

  TheydonotknowhowhungerfeelsNorwhatyouneedbetweenyourmeals。

  Andwhenyou’resenttobedatnight,They’rehappy,butthey’renotpolite。

  Forthroughthedooryouhearthemsay:

  ’He’sdonehismischieffortheday!’

  ShetoldusalotofotherpiecesbutIcannotrememberthem,andshetalkedtousallthewayup,andwhenwegotnearlytoCannonStreetshesaid—

  ’I’vegottwonewshillingshere!DoyouthinktheywouldhelptosmooththepathtoFame?’

  Noelsaid,’Thankyou,’andwasgoingtotaketheshilling。ButOswald,whoalwaysrememberswhatheistold,said—

  ’Thankyouverymuch,butFathertoldusweoughtnevertotakeanythingfromstrangers。’

  ’That’sanastyone,’saidthelady—shedidn’ttalkabitlikeareallady,butmorelikeajollysortofgrown—upboyinadressandhat—’averynastyone!Butdon’tyouthinkasNoelandIarebothpoetsImightbeconsideredasortofrelation?You’veheardofbrotherpoets,haven’tyou?Don’tyouthinkNoElandIareauntandnephewpoets,orsomerelationshipofthatkind?’

  Ididn’tknowwhattosay,andshewenton—

  ’It’sawfullystraightofyoutosticktowhatyourFathertellsyou,butlookhere,youtaketheshillings,andhere’smycard。

  WhenyougethometellyourFatherallaboutit,andifhesaysNo,youcanjustbringtheshillingsbacktome。’

  Sowetooktheshillings,andsheshookhandswithusandsaid,’Good—bye,andgoodhunting!’

  WedidtellFatheraboutit,andhesaiditwasallright,andwhenhelookedatthecardhetolduswewerehighlyhonoured,fortheladywrotebetterpoetrythananyotherladyalivenow。Wehadneverheardofher,andsheseemedmuchtoojollyforapoet。GoodoldKipling!Weowehimthosetwoshillings,aswellasthejunglebooks!

  CHAPTER5

  THEPOETANDTHEEDITOR

  Itwasnotbadsport—beinginLondonentirelyonourownhook。

  WeaskedthewaytoFleetStreet,whereFathersaysallthenewspaperofficesare。TheysaidstraightondownLudgateHill—

  butitturnedouttobequiteanotherway。Atleastwedidn’tgostraighton。

  WegottoStPaul’s。NoelWOULDgoin,andwesawwhereGordonwasburied—atleastthemonument。Itisveryflat,consideringwhatamanhewas。

  Whenwecameoutwewalkedalongway,andwhenweaskedapolicemanhesaidwe’dbettergobackthroughSmithfield。Sowedid。Theydon’tburnpeopleanymoretherenow,soitwasratherdull,besidesbeingalongway,andNoelgotverytired。He’sapeakylittlechap;itcomesofbeingapoet,Ithink。Wehadabunortwoatdifferentshops—outoftheshillings—anditwasquitelateintheafternoonwhenwegottoFleetStreet。Thegaswaslightedandtheelectriclights。ThereisajollyBovrilsignthatcomesoffandonindifferentcolouredlamps。WewenttotheDailyRecorderoffice,andaskedtoseetheEditor。Itisabigoffice,verybright,withbrassandmahoganyandelectriclights。

  TheytoldustheEditorwasn’tthere,butatanotheroffice。Sowewentdownadirtystreet,toaverydull—lookingplace。Therewasamanthereinside,inaglasscase,asifhewasamuseum,andhetoldustowritedownournamesandourbusiness。SoOswaldwrote—

  OSWALDBASTABLE。

  NOELBASTABLE。

  Businessveryprivateindeed。

  Thenwewaitedonthestonestairs;itwasverydraughty。Andthemanintheglasscaselookedatusasifwewerethemuseuminsteadofhim。Wewaitedalongtime,andthenaboycamedownandsaid—

  ’TheEditorcan’tseeyou。Willyoupleasewriteyourbusiness?’

  Andhelaughed。Iwantedtopunchhishead。

  ButNoelsaid,’Yes,I’llwriteitifyou’llgivemeapenandink,andasheetofpaperandanenvelope。’

  Theboysaidhe’dbetterwritebypost。ButNoelisabitpig—headed;it’shisworstfault。Sohesaid—

  ’No,I’llwriteitnow。’SoIbackedhimupbysaying—

  ’Lookatthepricepennystampsaresincethecoalstrike!’

  Sotheboygrinned,andthemanintheglasscasegaveuspenandpaper,andNoelwrote。Oswaldwritesbetterthanhedoes;butNoelwoulddoit;andittookaverylongtime,andthenitwasinky。

  DEARMREDITOR,Iwantyoutoprintmypoetryandpayforit,andIamafriendofMrsLeslie’s;sheisapoettoo。

  Youraffectionatefriend,NOELBASTABLE。

  Helickedtheenvelopeagooddeal,sothatthatboyshouldn’treaditgoingupstairs;andhewrote’Veryprivate’outside,andgavethelettertotheboy。Ithoughtitwasn’tanygood;butinaminutethegrinningboycameback,andhewasquiterespectful,andsaid—’TheEditorsays,pleasewillyoustepup?’

  Westeppedup。Therewerealotofstairsandpassages,andaqueersortofhumming,hammeringsoundandaveryfunnysmell。Theboywasnowverypolite,andsaiditwastheinkwesmelt,andthenoisewastheprintingmachines。

  Aftergoingthroughalotofcoldpassageswecametoadoor;theboyopenedit,andletusgoin。Therewasalargeroom,withabig,soft,blue—and—redcarpet,andaroaringfire,thoughitwasonlyOctober;andalargetablewithdrawers,andlitteredwithpapers,justliketheoneinFather’sstudy。Agentlemanwassittingatonesideofthetable;hehadalightmoustacheandlighteyes,andhelookedveryyoungtobeaneditor—notnearlysooldasFather。Helookedverytiredandsleepy,asifhehadgotupveryearlyinthemorning;buthewaskind,andwelikedhim。Oswaldthoughthelookedclever。Oswaldisconsideredajudgeoffaces。

  ’Well,’saidhe,’soyouareMrsLeslie’sfriends?’

  ’Ithinkso,’saidNoel;’atleastshegaveuseachashilling,andshewishedus\"goodhunting!\"’

  ’Goodhunting,eh?Well,whataboutthispoetryofyours?Whichisthepoet?’

  Ican’tthinkhowhecouldhaveasked!Oswaldissaidtobeaverymanly—lookingboyforhisage。However,Ithoughtitwouldlookduffingtobeoffended,soIsaid—

  ’ThisismybrotherNoel。Heisthepoet。’Noelhadturnedquitepale。Heisdisgustinglylikeagirlinsomeways。TheEditortoldustositdown,andhetookthepoemsfromNoel,andbegantoreadthem。Noelgotpalerandpaler;Ireallythoughthewasgoingtofaint,likehedidwhenIheldhishandunderthecold—watertap,afterIhadaccidentallycuthimwithmychisel。WhentheEditorhadreadthefirstpoem—itwastheoneaboutthebeetle—

  hegotupandstoodwithhisbacktous。Itwasnotmanners;butNoelthinkshedidit’toconcealhisemotion,’astheydoinbooks。Hereadallthepoems,andthenhesaid—

  ’Ilikeyourpoetryverymuch,youngman。I’llgiveyou—letmesee;howmuchshallIgiveyouforit?’

  ’Asmuchaseveryoucan,’saidNoel。’YouseeIwantagooddealofmoneytorestorethefallenfortunesofthehouseofBastable。’

  Thegentlemanputonsomeeye—glassesandlookedhardatus。Thenhesatdown。

  ’That’sagoodidea,’saidhe。’Tellmehowyoucametothinkofit。And,Isay,haveyouhadanytea?They’vejustsentoutformine。’

  Herangatinglybell,andtheboybroughtinatraywithateapotandathickcupandsaucerandthings,andhehadtofetchanothertrayforus,whenhewastoldto;andwehadteawiththeEditoroftheDailyRecorder。IsupposeitwasaveryproudmomentforNoel,thoughIdidnotthinkofthattillafterwards。TheEditoraskedusalotofquestions,andwetoldhimagooddeal,thoughofcourseIdidnottellastrangerallourreasonsforthinkingthatthefamilyfortuneswantedrestoring。Westayedabouthalfanhour,andwhenweweregoingawayhesaidagain—

  ’Ishallprintallyourpoems,mypoet;andnowwhatdoyouthinkthey’reworth?’

  ’Idon’tknow,’Noelsaid。’YouseeIdidn’twritethemtosell。’

  ’Whydidyouwritethemthen?’heasked。

  Noelsaidhedidn’tknow;hesupposedbecausehewantedto。

  ’ArtforArt’ssake,eh?’saidtheEditor,andheseemedquitedelighted,asthoughNoelhadsaidsomethingclever。

  ’Well,wouldaguineameetyourviews?’heasked。

  Ihavereadofpeoplebeingatalossforwords,anddumbwithemotion,andI’vereadofpeoplebeingturnedtostonewithastonishment,orjoy,orsomething,butIneverknewhowsillyitlookedtillIsawNoelstandingstaringattheEditorwithhismouthopen。Hewentredandhewentwhite,andthenhegotcrimson,asifyouwererubbingmoreandmorecrimsonlakeonapalette。Buthedidn’tsayaword,soOswaldhadtosay—’I

  shouldjollywellthinkso。’

  SotheEditorgaveNoelasovereignandashilling,andheshookhandswithusboth,buthethumpedNoelonthebackandsaid—

  ’Buckup,oldman!It’syourfirstguinea,butitwon’tbeyourlast。Nowgoalonghome,andinabouttenyearsyoucanbringmesomemorepoetry。Notbefore—see?I’mjusttakingthispoetryofyoursbecauseIlikeitverymuch;butwedon’tputpoetryinthispaperatall。IshallhavetoputitinanotherpaperIknowof。’

  ’Whatdoyouputinyourpaper?’Iasked,forFatheralwaystakestheDailyChronicle,andIdidn’tknowwhattheRecorderwaslike。

  Wechoseitbecauseithassuchagloriousoffice,andaclockoutsidelightedup。

  ’Oh,news,’saidhe,’anddullarticles,andthingsaboutCelebrities。IfyouknowanyCelebrities,now?’

  NoelaskedhimwhatCelebritieswere。

  ’Oh,theQueenandthePrinces,andpeoplewithtitles,andpeoplewhowrite,orsing,oract—ordosomethingcleverorwicked。’

  ’Idon’tknowanybodywicked,’saidOswald,wishinghehadknownDickTurpin,orClaudeDuval,soastobeabletotelltheEditorthingsaboutthem。’ButIknowsomeonewithatitle—LordTottenham。’

  ’ThemadoldProtectionist,eh?Howdidyoucometoknowhim?’

  ’Wedon’tknowhimtospeakto。ButhegoesovertheHeatheverydayatthree,andhestridesalonglikeagiant—withablackcloaklikeLordTennyson’sflyingbehindhim,andhetalkstohimselflikeoneo’clock。’

  ’Whatdoeshesay?’TheEditorhadsatdownagain,andhewasfiddlingwithabluepencil。

  ’Weonlyheardhimonce,closeenoughtounderstand,andthenhesaid,\"Thecurseofthecountry,sir—ruinanddesolation!\"Andthenhewentstridingalongagain,hittingatthefurze—bushesasiftheyweretheheadsofhisenemies。’

  ’Excellentdescriptivetouch,’saidtheEditor。’Well,goon。’

  ’That’sallIknowabouthim,exceptthathestopsinthemiddleoftheHeatheveryday,andhelooksallroundtoseeifthere’sanyoneabout,andifthereisn’t,hetakeshiscollaroff。’

  TheEditorinterrupted—whichisconsideredrude—andsaid—

  ’You’renotromancing?’

  ’Ibegyourpardon?’saidOswald。

  ’Drawingthelongbow,Imean,’saidtheEditor。

  Oswalddrewhimselfup,andsaidhewasn’taliar。

  TheEditoronlylaughed,andsaidromancingandlyingwerenotatallthesame;onlyitwasimportanttoknowwhatyouwereplayingat。SoOswaldacceptedhisapology,andwenton。

  ’Wewerehidingamongthefurze—bushesoneday,andwesawhimdoit。Hetookoffhiscollar,andheputonacleanone,andhethrewtheotheramongthefurze—bushes。Wepickeditupafterwards,anditwasabeastlypaperone!’

  ’Thankyou,’saidtheEditor,andhegotupandputhishandinhispocket。’That’swellworthfiveshillings,andtheretheyare。

  Wouldyouliketoseeroundtheprintingofficesbeforeyougohome?’

  Ipocketedmyfivebob,andthankedhim,andIsaidweshouldlikeitverymuch。Hecalledanothergentlemanandsaidsomethingwecouldn’thear。Thenhesaidgood—byeagain;andallthistimeNoelhadn’tsaidaword。Butnowhesaid,’I’vemadeapoemaboutyou。

  Itiscalled\"LinestoaNobleEditor。\"ShallIwriteitdown?’

  TheEditorgavehimthebluepencil,andhesatdownattheEditor’stableandwrote。Itwasthis,hetoldmeafterwardsaswellashecouldremember—

  MayLife’schoicestblessingsbeyourlotIthinkyououghttobeveryblestForyouaregoingtoprintmypoems—

  Andyoumayhavethisoneaswellastherest。

  ’Thankyou,’saidtheEditor。’Idon’tthinkIeverhadapoemaddressedtomebefore。Ishalltreasureit,Iassureyou。’

  ThentheothergentlemansaidsomethingaboutMaecenas,andwewentofftoseetheprintingofficewithatleastonepoundseveninourpockets。

  Itwasgoodhunting,andnomistake!

  ButheneverputNoel’spoetryintheDailyRecorder。Itwasquitealongtimeafterwardswesawasortofstorythinginamagazine,onthestationbookstall,andthatkind,sleepy—lookingEditorhadwrittenit,Isuppose。Itwasnotatallamusing。ItsaidalotaboutNoelandme,describingusallwrong,andsayinghowwehadteawiththeEditor;andallNoel’spoemswereinthestorything。

  IthinkmyselftheEditorseemedtomakegameofthem,butNoelwasquitepleasedtoseethemprinted—sothat’sallright。Itwasn’tmypoetryanyhow,Iamgladtosay。

  CHAPTER6

  NOEL’SPRINCESS

  Shehappenedquiteaccidentally。WewerenotlookingforaPrincessatalljustthen;butNoelhadsaidhewasgoingtofindaPrincessallbyhimself;andmarryher—andhereallydid。

  Whichwasratherodd,becausewhenpeoplesaythingsaregoingtobefall,veryoftentheydon’t。Itwasdifferent,ofcourse,withtheprophetsofold。

  Wedidnotgetanytreasurebyit,excepttwelvechocolatedrops;

  butwemighthavedone,anditwasanadventure,anyhow。

  GreenwichParkisajollygoodplacetoplayin,especiallythepartsthataren’tnearGreenwich。ThepartsneartheHeatharefirst—rate。IoftenwishtheParkwasnearerourhouse;butI

  supposeaParkisadifficultthingtomove。

  SometimeswegetElizatoputlunchinabasket,andwegouptothePark。Shelikesthat—itsavescookingdinnerforus;andsometimesshesaysofherownaccord,’I’vemadesomepastiesforyou,andyoumightaswellgointotheParkasnot。It’salovelyday。’

  Shealwaystellsustorinseoutthecupatthedrinking—fountain,andthegirlsdo;butIalwaysputmyheadunderthetapanddrink。

  Thenyouareanintrepidhunteratamountainstream—andbesides,you’resureit’sclean。Dickydoesthesame,andsodoesH。O。ButNoelalwaysdrinksoutofthecup。Hesaysitisagoldengobletwroughtbyenchantedgnomes。

  ThedaythePrincesshappenedwasafine,hotday,lastOctober,andwewerequitetiredwiththewalkuptothePark。

  WealwaysgoinbythelittlegateatthetopofCroom’sHill。Itistheposterngatethatthingsalwayshappenatinstories。Itwasdustywalking,butwhenwegotintheParkitwasripping,sowerestedabit,andlayonourbacks,andlookedupatthetrees,andwishedwecouldplaymonkeys。Ihavedoneitbeforenow,butthePark—keepermakesarowifhecatchesyou。Whenwe’drestedalittle,Alicesaid—

  ’Itwasalongwaytotheenchantedwood,butitisverynicenowwearethere。Iwonderwhatweshallfindinit?’

  ’Weshallfinddeer,’saidDicky,’ifwegotolook;buttheygoontheothersideoftheParkbecauseofthepeoplewithbuns。’

  Sayingbunsmadeusthinkoflunch,sowehadit;andwhenwehaddonewescratchedaholeunderatreeandburiedthepapers,becauseweknowitspoilsprettyplacestoleavebeastly,greasypaperslyingabout。IrememberMotherteachingmeandDorathat,whenwewerequitelittle。Iwisheverybody’sparentswouldteachthemthisusefullesson,andthesameaboutorangepeel。

  Whenwe’deateneverythingtherewas,Alicewhispered—

  ’Iseethewhitewitchbearyonderamongthetrees!Let’strackitandslayitinitslair。’

  ’Iamthebear,’saidNoEl;sohecreptaway,andwefollowedhimamongthetrees。Oftenthewitchbearwasoutofsight,andthenyoudidn’tknowwhereitwouldjumpoutfrom;butsometimeswesawit,andjustfollowed。

  ’Whenwecatchitthere’llbeagreatfight,’saidOswald;’andI

  shallbeCountFolkoofMontFaucon。’

  ’I’llbeGabrielle,’saidDora。Sheistheonlyoneofuswholikesdoinggirl’sparts。

  ’I’llbeSintram,’saidAlice;’andH。O。canbetheLittleMaster。’

  ’WhataboutDicky?’

  ’Oh,IcanbethePilgrimwiththebones。’

  ’Hist!’whisperedAlice。’Seehiswhitefairyfurgleamingamidyondercovert!’

  AndIsawabitofwhitetoo。ItwasNoel’scollar,andithadcomeundoneattheback。

  Wehuntedthebearinandoutofthetrees,andthenwelosthimaltogether;andsuddenlywefoundthewallofthePark—inaplacewhereI’msuretherewasn’tawallbefore。Noelwasn’tanywhereabout,andtherewasadoorinthewall。Anditwasopen;sowewentthrough。

  ’Thebearhashiddenhimselfinthesemountainfastnesses,’Oswaldsaid。’Iwilldrawmygoodswordandafterhim。’

  SoIdrewtheumbrella,whichDoraalwayswillbringincaseitrains,becauseNoelgetsacoldonthechestattheleastthing—

  andwewenton。

  Theothersideofthewallitwasastableyard,allcobble—stones。

  Therewasnobodyabout—butwecouldhearamanrubbingdownahorseandhissinginthestable;sowecreptveryquietlypast,andAlicewhispered—

  ’’TisthelairoftheMonsterSerpent;Ihearhisdeadlyhiss!

  Beware!Courageanddespatch!’

  Wewentoverthestonesontiptoe,andwefoundanotherwallwithanotherdoorinitontheotherside。Wewentthroughthattoo,ontiptoe。Itreallywasanadventure。Andtherewewereinashrubbery,andwesawsomethingwhitethroughthetrees。Dorasaiditwasthewhitebear。ThatissolikeDora。Shealwaysbeginstotakepartinaplayjustwhentherestofusaregettingtiredofit。Idon’tmeanthisunkindly,becauseIamveryfondofDora。

  IcannotforgethowkindshewaswhenIhadbronchitis;andingratitudeisadreadfulvice。Butitisquitetrue。

  ’Itisnotabear,’saidOswald;andweallwenton,stillontiptoe,roundatwistypathandontoalawn,andtherewasNoel。

  Hiscollarhadcomeundone,asIsaid,andhehadaninkymarkonhisfacethathemadejustbeforeweleftthehouse,andhewouldn’tletDorawashitoff,andoneofhisbootlaceswascomingdown。Hewasstandinglookingatalittlegirl;shewasthefunniestlittlegirlyoueversaw。

  Shewaslikeachinadoll—thesixpennykind;shehadawhiteface,andlongyellowhair,doneupverytightintwopigtails;herforeheadwasverybigandlumpy,andhercheekscamehighup,likelittleshelvesunderhereyes。Hereyesweresmallandblue。Shehadonafunnyblackfrock,withcurlybraidonit,andbuttonbootsthatwentalmostuptoherknees。Herlegswereverythin。

  Shewassittinginahammockchairnursingabluekitten—notasky—blueone,ofcourse,butthecolourofanewslatepencil。AswecameupweheardhersaytoNoel—’Whoareyou?’

  Noelhadforgottenaboutthebear,andhewastakinghisfavouritepart,sohesaid—’I’mPrinceCamaralzaman。’Thefunnylittlegirllookedpleased。

  ’Ithoughtatfirstyouwereacommonboy,’shesaid。Thenshesawtherestofusandsaid—’AreyouallPrincessesandPrincestoo?’

  Ofcoursewesaid’Yes,’andshesaid—’IamaPrincessalso。’

  Shesaiditverywelltoo,exactlyasifitweretrue。Wewereveryglad,becauseitissoseldomyoumeetanychildrenwhocanbegintoplayrightoffwithouthavingeverythingexplainedtothem。Andeventhentheywillsaytheyaregoingto’pretendtobe’alion,orawitch,oraking。Nowthislittlegirljustsaid’IamaPrincess。’ThenshelookedatOswaldandsaid,’IfancyI’veseenyouatBaden。’OfcourseOswaldsaid,’Verylikely。’

  Thelittlegirlhadafunnyvoice,andallherwordswerequiteplain,eachwordbyitself;shedidn’ttalkatalllikewedo。

  H。O。askedherwhatthecat’snamewas,andshesaid’Katinka。’

  ThenDickysaid—

  ’Let’sgetawayfromthewindows;ifyouplaynearwindowssomeoneinsidegenerallyknocksatthemandsays\"Don’t\"。’

  ThePrincessputdownthecatverycarefullyandsaid—

  ’Iamforbiddentowalkoffthegrass。’

  ’That’sapity,’saidDora。

  ’ButIwillifyoulike,’saidthePrincess。

  ’Youmustn’tdothingsyouareforbiddentodo,’Dorasaid;butDickyshowedusthattherewassomemoregrassbeyondtheshrubswithonlyagravelpathbetween。SoIliftedthePrincessoverthegravel,sothatsheshouldbeabletosayshehadn’twalkedoffthegrass。Whenwegottotheothergrassweallsatdown,andthePrincessaskedusifweliked’dragees’(Iknowthat’showyouspellit,forIaskedAlbert—next—door’suncle)。

  Wesaidwethoughtnot,butshepulledarealsilverboxoutofherpocketandshowedus;theywerejustflat,roundchocolates。Wehadtwoeach。Thenweaskedherhername,andshebegan,andwhenshebeganshewenton,andon,andon,tillIthoughtshewasnevergoingtostop。H。O。saidshehadfiftynames,butDickyisverygoodatfigures,andhesaystherewereonlyeighteen。ThefirstwerePauline,Alexandra,Alice,andMarywasone,andVictoria,forweallheardthat,anditendedupwithHildegardeCunigondesomethingorother,Princessofsomethingelse。

  Whenshe’ddone,H。O。said,’That’sjollygood!Sayitagain!’

  andshedid,buteventhenwecouldn’trememberit。Wetoldherournames,butshethoughttheyweretooshort,sowhenitwasNoel’sturnhesaidhewasPrinceNoelCamaralzamanIvanConstantineCharlemagneJamesJohnEdwardBiggsMaximilianBastablePrinceofLewisham,butwhensheaskedhimtosayitagainofcoursehecouldonlygetthefirsttwonamesright,becausehe’dmadeitupashewenton。

  SothePrincesssaid,’Youarequiteoldenoughtoknowyourownname。’Shewasverygraveandserious。

  ShetoldusthatshewasthefifthcousinofQueenVictoria。Weaskedwhotheothercousinswere,butshedidnotseemtounderstand。Shewentonandsaidshewasseventimesremoved。Shecouldn’ttelluswhatthatmeanteither,butOswaldthinksitmeansthattheQueen’scousinsaresofondofherthattheywillkeepcomingbothering,sotheQueen’sservantshaveorderstoremovethem。ThislittlegirlmusthavebeenveryfondoftheQueentotrysooftentoseeher,andtohavebeenseventimesremoved。Wecouldseethatitisconsideredsomethingtobeproudof;butwethoughtitwashardontheQueenthathercousinswouldn’tletheralone。

  Presentlythelittlegirlaskeduswhereourmaidsandgovernesseswere。

  Wetoldherwehadn’tanyjustnow。Andshesaid—

  ’Howpleasant!Anddidyoucomeherealone?’

  ’Yes,’saidDora;’wecameacrosstheHeath。’

  ’Youareveryfortunate,’saidthelittlegirl。Shesatveryuprightonthegrass,withherfatlittlehandsinherlap。’I

  shouldliketogoontheHeath。Therearedonkeysthere,withwhitesaddlecovers。Ishouldliketoridethem,butmygovernesswillnotpermit。’

  ’I’mgladwehaven’tagoverness,’H。O。said。’Weridethedonkeyswheneverwehaveanypennies,andonceIgavethemananotherpennytomakeitgallop。’

  ’Youareindeedfortunate!’saidthePrincessagain,andwhenshelookedsadtheshelvesonhercheeksshowedmorethanever。Youcouldhavelaidasixpenceonthemquitesafelyifyouhadhadone。

  ’Nevermind,’saidNoel;’I’vegotalotofmoney。Comeoutandhavearidenow。’Butthelittlegirlshookherheadandsaidshewasafraiditwouldnotbecorrect。

  Dorasaidshewasquiteright;thenallofasuddencameoneofthoseuncomfortabletimeswhennobodycanthinkofanythingtosay,sowesatandlookedateachother。ButatlastAlicesaidweoughttobegoing。

  ’Donotgoyet,’thelittlegirlsaid。’Atwhattimedidtheyorderyourcarriage?’

  ’Ourcarriageisafairyone,drawnbygriffins,anditcomeswhenwewishforit,’saidNoel。

  Thelittlegirllookedathimveryqueerly,andsaid,’Thatisoutofapicture—book。’

  ThenNoelsaidhethoughtitwasabouttimehewasmarriedifweweretobehomeintimefortea。Thelittlegirlwasratherstupidoverit,butshedidwhatwetoldher,andwemarriedthemwithDora’spocket—handkerchiefforaveil,andtheringoffthebackofoneofthebuttonsonH。O。’sblousejustwentonherlittlefinger。

  Thenweshowedherhowtoplaycross—touch,andpussinthecorner,andtag。Itwasfunny,shedidn’tknowanygamesbutbattledoreandshuttlecockandlesgraces。Butshereallybegantolaughatlastandnottolookquitesolikeadoll。

  ShewasPussandwasrunningafterDickywhensuddenlyshestoppedshortandlookedasifshewasgoingtocry。Andwelookedtoo,andthereweretwoprimladieswithlittlemouthsandtighthair。

  Oneofthemsaidinquiteanawfulvoice,’Pauline,whoarethesechildren?’andhervoicewasgruff;withverycurlyR’s。

  ThelittlegirlsaidwewerePrincesandPrincesses—whichwassilly,toagrown—uppersonthatisnotagreatfriendofyours。

  Thegruffladygaveashort,horridlaugh,likeahuskybark,andsaid—

  ’Princes,indeed!They’reonlycommonchildren!’

  Doraturnedveryredandbegantospeak,butthelittlegirlcriedout’Commonchildren!Oh,Iamsoglad!WhenIamgrownupI’llalwaysplaywithcommonchildren。’

  Andsheranatus,andbegantokissusonebyone,beginningwithAlice;shehadgottoH。O。whenthehorridladysaid—’YourHighness—goindoorsatonce!’

  Thelittlegirlanswered,’Iwon’t!’

  Thentheprimladysaid—’Wilson,carryherHighnessindoors。’

  Andthelittlegirlwascarriedawayscreaming,andkickingwithherlittlethinlegsandherbuttonedboots,andbetweenherscreamssheshrieked:

  ’Commonchildren!Iamglad,glad,glad!Commonchildren!Commonchildren!’

  Thenastyladythenremarked—’Goatonce,orIwillsendforthepolice!’

  Sowewent。H。O。madeafaceatherandsodidAlice,butOswaldtookoffhiscapandsaidhewassorryifshewasannoyedaboutanything;forOswaldhasalwaysbeentaughttobepolitetoladies,howevernasty。Dickytookhisoff,too,whenhesawmedoit;hesayshediditfirst,butthatisamistake。IfIwerereallyacommonboyIshouldsayitwasalie。

  Thenweallcameaway,andwhenwegotoutsideDorasaid,’SoshewasreallyaPrincess。FancyaPrincesslivingthere!’

  ’EvenPrincesseshavetolivesomewhere,’saidDicky。

  ’AndIthoughtitwasplay。Anditwasreal。IwishI’dknown!

  Ishouldhavelikedtoaskherlotsofthings,’saidAlice。

  H。O。saidhewouldhavelikedtoaskherwhatshehadfordinnerandwhethershehadacrown。

  Ifelt,myself,wehadlostachanceoffindingoutagreatdealaboutkingsandqueens。Imighthaveknownsuchastupid—lookinglittlegirlwouldneverhavebeenabletopretend,aswellasthat。

  SoweallwenthomeacrosstheHeath,andmadedrippingtoastfortea。

  WhenwewereeatingitNoelsaid,’IwishIcouldgivehersome!

  Itisverygood。’

  Hesighedashesaidit,andhismouthwasveryfull,soweknewhewasthinkingofhisPrincess。Hesaysnowthatshewasasbeautifulastheday,butwerememberherquitewell,andshewasnothingofthekind。

  CHAPTER7

  BEINGBANDITS

  NoelwasquitetiresomeforeversolongafterwefoundthePrincess。HewouldkeeponwantingtogototheParkwhentherestofusdidn’t,andthoughwewentseveraltimestopleasehim,weneverfoundthatdooropenagain,andallofusexcepthimknewfromthefirstthatitwouldbenogo。

  Sonowwethoughtitwastimetodosomethingtorousehimfromthestuporofdespair,whichisalwaysdonetoheroeswhenanythingbafflinghasoccurred。Besides,weweregettingveryshortofmoneyagain—thefortunesofyourhousecannotberestored(notsothattheywilllast,thatis),evenbytheonepoundeightwegotwhenwehadthe’goodhunting。’WespentagooddealofthatonpresentsforFather’sbirthday。Wegothimapaper—weight,likeaglassbun,withapictureofLewishamChurchatthebottom;andablotting—pad,andaboxofpreservedfruits,andanivorypenholderwithaviewofGreenwichParkinthelittleholewhereyoulookthroughatthetop。Hewasmostawfullypleasedandsurprised,andwhenheheardhowNoelandOswaldhadearnedthemoneytobuythethingshewasmoresurprisedstill。NearlyalltherestofourmoneywenttogetfireworksfortheFifthofNovember。WegotsixCatherinewheelsandfourrockets;twohand—lights,oneredandonegreen;asixpennymaroon;twoRoman—candles—theycostashilling;

  someItalianstreamers,afairyfountain,andatourbillonthatcosteighteen—penceandwasverynearlyworthit。

  ButIthinkcrackersandsquibsareamistake。It’strueyougetalotofthemforthemoney,andtheyarenotbadfunforthefirsttwoorthreedozen,butyougetjollysickofthembeforeyou’veletoffyoursixpenn’orth。Andtheonlyamusingwayisnotallowed:itisputtingtheminthefire。

  Italwaysseemsalongtimetilltheeveningwhenyouhavegotfireworksinthehouse,andIthinkasitwasaratherfoggydayweshouldhavedecidedtoletthemoffdirectlyafterbreakfast,onlyFatherhadsaidhewouldhelpustoletthemoffateighto’clockafterhehadhadhisdinner,andyououghtnevertodisappointyourfatherifyoucanhelpit。

  YouseewehadthreegoodreasonsfortryingH。O。’sideaofrestoringthefallenfortunesofourhousebybecomingbanditsontheFifthofNovember。Wehadafourthreasonaswell,andthatwasthebestreasonofthelot。YourememberDorathoughtitwouldbewrongtobebandits。AndtheFifthofNovembercamewhileDorawasawayatStroudstayingwithhergodmother。StroudisinGloucestershire。Weweredeterminedtodoitwhileshewasoutoftheway,becausewedidnotthinkitwrong,andbesideswemeanttodoitanyhow。

  WeheldaCouncil,ofcourse,andlaidourplansverycarefully。

  WeletH。O。beCaptain,becauseitwashisidea。OswaldwasLieutenant。Oswaldwasquitefair,becauseheletH。O。callhimselfCaptain;butOswaldistheeldestnexttoDora,afterall。

  Ourplanwasthis。WewerealltogoupontotheHeath。OurhouseisintheLewishamRoad,butit’squiteclosetotheHeathifyoucutuptheshortwayoppositetheconfectioner’s,pastthenurserygardensandthecottagehospital,andturntotheleftagainandafterwardstotheright。Youcomeoutthenatthetopofthehill,wherethebiggunsarewiththeironfenceroundthem,andwherethebandsplayonThursdayeveningsinthesummer。

  Weweretolurkinambushthere,andwaylayanunwarytraveller。

  Weweretocalluponhimtosurrenderhisarms,andthenbringhimhomeandputhiminthedeepestdungeonbelowthecastlemoat;thenweweretoloadhimwithchainsandsendtohisfriendsforransom。

  Youmaythinkwehadnochains,butyouarewrong,becauseweusedtokeeptwootherdogsonce,besidesPincher,beforethefallofthefortunesoftheancientHouseofBastable。Andtheywerequitebigdogs。

  Itwaslatishintheafternoonbeforewestarted。Wethoughtwecouldlurkbetterifitwasnearlydark。Itwasratherfoggy,andwewaitedagoodwhilebesidetherailings,butallthebelatedtravellerswereeithergrownuporelsetheywereBoardSchoolchildren。Weweren’tgoingtogetintoarowwithgrown—uppeople—especiallystrangers—andnotruebanditwouldeverstooptoaskaransomfromtherelationsofthepoorandneedy。Sowethoughtitbettertowait。

  AsIsaid,itwasGuyFawkesDay,andifithadnotbeenweshouldneverhavebeenabletobebanditsatall,fortheunwarytravellerwedidcatchhadbeenforbiddentogooutbecausehehadacoldinhishead。Buthewouldrunouttofollowaguy,withoutevenputtingonacoatoracomforter,anditwasaverydamp,foggyafternoonandnearlydark,soyouseeitwashisownfaultentirely,andservedhimjollywellright。

  WesawhimcomingovertheHeathjustasweweredecidingtogohometotea。Hehadfollowedthatguyrightacrosstothevillage(wecallBlackheaththevillage;Idon’tknowwhy),andhewascomingbackdragginghisfeetandsniffing。

  ’Hist,anunwarytravellerapproaches!’whisperedOswald。

  ’Muffleyourhorses’headsandseetotheprimingofyourpistols,’

  mutteredAlice。Shealwayswillplayboys’parts,andshemakesElliscutherhairshortonpurpose。Ellisisaveryobliginghairdresser。

  ’Stealsoftlyuponhim,’saidNoel;’forlo!’tisdusk,andnohumaneyescanmarkourdeeds。’Soweranoutandsurroundedtheunwarytraveller。itturnedouttobeAlbert—next—door,andhewasveryfrightenedindeeduntilhesawwhowewere。

  ’Surrender!’hissedOswald,inadesperate—soundingvoice,ashecaughtthearmoftheUnwary。AndAlbert—next—doorsaid,’Allright!I’msurrenderingashardasIcan。Youneedn’tpullmyarmoff。’

  Weexplainedtohimthatresistancewasuseless,andIthinkhesawthatfromthefirst。Weheldhimtightbybotharms,andwemarchedhimhomedownthehillinahollowsquareoffive。

  Hewantedtotellusabouttheguy,butwemadehimseethatitwasnotproperforprisonerstotalktotheguard,especiallyaboutguysthattheprisonerhadbeentoldnottogoafterbecauseofhiscold。

  Whenwegottowherewelivehesaid,’Allright,Idon’twanttotellyou。You’llwishIhadafterwards。Youneversawsuchaguy。’

  ’Icanseeyou!’saidH。O。Itwasveryrude,andOswaldtoldhimsoatonce,becauseitishisdutyasanelderbrother。ButH。O。

  isveryyounganddoesnotknowbetteryet,andbesidesitwasn’tbadforH。O。

  Albert—next—doorsaid,’Youhaven’tanymanners,andIwanttogointomytea。Letgoofme!’

  ButAlicetoldhim,quitekindly,thathewasnotgoingintohistea,butcomingwithus。

  ’I’mnot,’saidAlbert—next—door;’I’mgoinghome。Leavego!I’vegotabadcold。You’remakingitworse。’Thenhetriedtocough,whichwasverysilly,becausewe’dseenhiminthemorning,andhe’dtolduswherethecoldwasthathewasn’ttogooutwith。

  Whenhehadtriedtocough,hesaid,’Leavegoofme!Youseemycold’sgettingworse。’

  ’Youshouldhavethoughtofthatbefore,’saidDicky;’you’recominginwithus。’

  ’Don’tbeasilly,’saidNoel;’youknowwetoldyouattheverybeginningthatresistancewasuseless。Thereisnodisgraceinyielding。Wearefivetoyourone。’

  BythistimeElizahadopenedthedoor,andwethoughtitbesttotakehiminwithoutanymoreparlaying。Toparleywithaprisonerisnotdonebybandits。

  Directlywegothimsafeintothenursery,H。O。begantojumpaboutandsay,’Nowyou’reaprisonerreallyandtruly!’

  AndAlbert—next—doorbegantocry。Healwaysdoes。Iwonderhedidn’tbeginlongbefore—butAlicefetchedhimoneofthedriedfruitswegaveFatherforhisbirthday。Itwasagreenwalnut。I

  havenoticedthewalnutsandtheplumsalwaysgetlefttillthelastinthebox;theapricotsgofirst,andthenthefigsandpears;andthecherries,ifthereareany。

  Soheateitandshutup。Thenweexplainedhispositiontohim,sothatthereshouldbenomistake,andhecouldn’tsayafterwardsthathehadnotunderstood。

  ’Therewillbenoviolence,’saidOswald—hewasnowCaptainoftheBandits,becauseweallknowH。O。likestobeChaplainwhenweplayprisoners—’noviolence。Butyouwillbeconfinedinadark,subterraneandungeonwheretoadsandsnakescrawl,andbutlittleofthelightofdayfiltersthroughtheheavilymullionedwindows。

  Youwillbeloadedwithchains。Nowdon’tbeginagain,Baby,there’snothingtocryabout;strawwillbeyourpallet;besideyouthegaolerwillsetaewer—aewerisonlyajug,stupid;itwon’teatyou—aewerwithwater;andamoulderingcrustwillbeyourfood。’

  ButAlbert—next—doorneverentersintothespiritofathing。Hemumbledsomethingabouttea—time。

  NowOswald,thoughstern,isalwaysjust,andbesideswewereallratherhungry,andteawasready。Sowehaditatonce,Albert—next—doorandall—andwegavehimwhatwasleftofthefour—poundjarofapricotjamwegotwiththemoneyNoelgotforhispoetry。Andwesavedourcrustsfortheprisoner。

  Albert—next—doorwasverytiresome。Nobodycouldhavehadanicerprisonthanhehad。Wefencedhimintoacornerwiththeoldwirenurseryfenderandallthechairs,insteadofputtinghiminthecoal—cellaraswehadfirstintended。Andwhenhesaidthedog—chainswerecoldthegirlswerekindenoughtowarmhisfettersthoroughlyatthefirebeforeweputthemonhim。

  WegotthestrawcasesofsomebottlesofwinesomeonesentFatheroneChristmas—itissomeyearsago,butthecasesarequitegood。

  Weunpickedthemverycarefullyandpulledthemtopiecesandscatteredthestrawabout。Itmadealovelystrawpallet,andtookeversolongtomake—butAlbert—next—doorhasyettolearnwhatgratitudereallyis。Wegotthebreadtrencherforthewoodenplatterwheretheprisoner’scrustswereput—theywerenotmouldy,butwecouldnotwaittilltheygotso,andfortheewerwegotthetoiletjugoutofthespare—roomwherenobodyeversleeps。

  AndeventhenAlbert—next—doorcouldn’tbehappyliketherestofus。Hehowledandcriedandtriedtogetout,andheknockedtheeweroverandstampedonthemoulderingcrusts。Luckilytherewasnowaterintheewerbecausewehadforgottenit,onlydustandspiders。Sowetiedhimupwiththeclothes—linefromthebackkitchen,andwehadtohurryup,whichwasapityforhim。Wemighthavehadhimrescuedbyadevotedpageifhehadn’tbeensotiresome。InfactNoelwasactuallydressingupforthepagewhenAlbert—next—doorkickedovertheprisonewer。

  Wegotasheetofpaperoutofanoldexercise—book,andwemadeH。

  O。prickhisownthumb,becauseheisourlittlebrotheranditisourdutytoteachhimtobebrave。Wenoneofusmindprickingourselves;we’vedoneitheapsoftimes。H。O。didn’tlikeit,butheagreedtodoit,andIhelpedhimalittlebecausehewassoslow,andwhenhesawtheredbeadofbloodgettingfatterandbiggerasIsqueezedhisthumbhewasverypleased,justasIhadtoldhimhewouldbe。

  ThisiswhatwewrotewithH。O。’sblood,onlythebloodgaveoutwhenwegotto’Restored’,andwehadtowritetherestwithcrimsonlake,whichisnotthesamecolour,thoughIalwaysuseit,myself,forpaintingwounds。

  WhileOswaldwaswritingitheheardAlicewhisperingtotheprisonerthatitwouldsoonbeover,anditwasonlyplay。Theprisonerleftoffhowling,soIpretendednottohearwhatshesaid。ABanditCaptainhastooverlookthingssometimes。Thiswastheletter—

  ’AlbertMorrisonisheldaprisonerbyBandits。Onpaymentofthreethousandpoundshewillberestoredtohissorrowingrelatives,andallwillbeforgottenandforgiven。’

  Iwasnotsureaboutthelastpart,butDickywascertainhehadseenitinthepaper,soIsupposeitmusthavebeenallright。

  WeletH。O。taketheletter;itwasonlyfair,asitwashisblooditwaswrittenwith,andtoldhimtoleaveitnextdoorforMrsMorrison。

  H。O。camebackquitequickly,andAlbert—next—door’sunclecamewithhim。

  ’Whatisallthis,Albert?’hecried。’Alas,alas,mynephew!DoIfindyoutheprisonerofadesperatebandofbrigands?’

  ’Bandits,’saidH。O;’youknowitsaysbandits。’

  ’Ibegyourpardon,gentlemen,’saidAlbert—next—door’suncle,’banditsitis,ofcourse。This,Albert,isthedirectresultofthepursuitoftheguyonanoccasionwhenyourdotingmotherhadexpresslywarnedyoutoforgothepleasuresofthechase。’

  Albertsaiditwasn’thisfault,andhehadn’twantedtoplay。

  ’Soho!’saidhisuncle,’impenitenttoo!Where’sthedungeon?’

  Weexplainedthedungeon,andshowedhimthestrawpalletandtheewerandthemoulderingcrustsandotherthings。

  ’Veryprettyandcomplete,’hesaid。’Albert,youaremorehighlyprivilegedthaneverIwas。NooneevermademeanicedungeonwhenIwasyourage。IthinkIhadbetterleaveyouwhereyouare。’

  Albertbegantocryagainandsaidhewassorry,andhewouldbeagoodboy。

  ’Andonthisoldfamiliarbasisyouexpectmetoransomyou,doyou?Honestly,mynephew,Idoubtwhetheryouareworthit。

  Besides,thesummentionedinthisdocumentstrikesmeasexcessive:Albertreallyisnotworththreethousandpounds。AlsobyastrangeandunfortunatechanceIhaven’tthemoneyaboutme。

  Couldn’tyoutakeless?’

  Wesaidperhapswecould。

  ’Sayeightpence,’suggestedAlbert—next—door’suncle,’whichisallthesmallchangeIhappentohaveonmyperson。’

  ’Thankyouverymuch,’saidAliceashehelditout;’butareyousureyoucanspareit?Becausereallyitwasonlyplay。’

  ’Quitesure。Now,Albert,thegameisover。Youhadbetterrunhometoyourmotherandtellherhowmuchyou’veenjoyedyourself。’

  WhenAlbert—next—doorhadgonehisunclesatintheGuyFawkesarmchairandtookAliceonhisknee,andwesatroundthefirewaitingtillitwouldbetimetoletoffourfireworks。WeroastedthechestnutshesentDickyoutfor,andhetoldusstoriestillitwasnearlyseven。Hisstoriesarefirst—rate—hedoesallthepartsindifferentvoices。Atlasthesaid—

  ’Lookhere,young—uns。Iliketoseeyouplayandenjoyyourselves,andIdon’tthinkithurtsAlberttoenjoyhimselftoo。’

  ’Idon’tthinkhedidmuch,’saidH。O。ButIknewwhatAlbert—next—door’sunclemeantbecauseIammucholderthanH。O。

  Hewenton—

  ’ButwhataboutAlbert’smother?Didn’tyouthinkhowanxiousshewouldbeathisnotcominghome?AsithappensIsawhimcomeinwithyou,soweknewitwasallright。ButifIhadn’t,eh?’

  Heonlytalkslikethatwhenheisveryserious,orevenangry。

  Othertimeshetalkslikepeopleinbooks—tous,Imean。

  Wenoneofussaidanything。ButIwasthinking。ThenAlicespoke。

  Girlsseemnottomindsayingthingsthatwedon’tsay。SheputherarmsroundAlbert—next—door’suncle’sneckandsaid—

  ’We’revery,verysorry。Wedidn’tthinkabouthismother。Youseewetryveryhardnottothinkaboutotherpeople’smothersbecause—’

  JustthenweheardFather’skeyinthedoorandAlbert—next—door’sunclekissedAliceandputherdown,andweallwentdowntomeetFather。AswewentIthoughtIheardAlbert—next—door’sunclesaysomethingthatsoundedlike’Poorlittlebeggars!’

  Hecouldn’thavemeantus,whenwe’dbeenhavingsuchajollytime,andchestnuts,andfireworkstolookforwardtoafterdinnerandeverything!

  CHAPTER8

  BEINGEDITORS

  ItwasAlbert’sunclewhothoughtofourtryinganewspaper。Hesaidhethoughtweshouldnotfindthebanditbusinessapayingindustry,asapermanency,andthatjournalismmightbe。

  WehadsoldNoel’spoetryandthatpieceofinformationaboutLordTottenhamtothegoodeditor,sowethoughtitwouldnotbeabadideatohaveanewspaperofourown。Wesawplainlythateditorsmustbeveryrichandpowerful,becauseofthegrandofficeandthemanintheglasscase,likeamuseum,andthesoftcarpetsandbigwriting—table。Besidesourhavingseenawholehandfulofmoneythattheeditorpulledoutquitecarelesslyfromhistrouserspocketwhenhegavememyfivebob。

  DorawantedtobeeditorandsodidOswald,buthegavewaytoherbecausesheisagirl,andafterwardsheknewthatitistruewhatitsaysinthecopy—booksaboutVirtuebeingitsownReward。

  Becauseyou’venoideawhatabotheritis。Everybodywantedtoputineverythingjustastheyliked,nomatterhowmuchroomtherewasonthepage。Itwassimplyawful!Doraputupwithitaslongasshecouldandthenshesaidifshewasn’tletaloneshewouldn’tgoonbeingeditor;theycouldbethepaper’seditorsthemselves,sothere。

  ThenOswaldsaid,likeagoodbrother:’Iwillhelpyouifyoulike,Dora,’andshesaid,’You’remoretroublethanalltherestofthem!Comeandbeeditorandseehowyoulikeit。Igiveituptoyou。’Butshedidn’t,andwedidittogether。WeletAlbert—next—doorbesub—editor,becausehehadhurthisfootwithanailinhisbootthatgathered。

  WhenitwasdoneAlbert—next—door’sunclehaditcopiedforusintypewriting,andwesentcopiestoallourfriends,andthenofcoursetherewasnooneleftthatwecouldasktobuyit。Wedidnotthinkofthatuntiltoolate。WecalledthepapertheLewishamRecorder;Lewishambecausewelivethere,andRecorderinmemoryofthegoodeditor。Icouldwriteabetterpaperonmyhead,butaneditorisnotallowedtowriteallthepaper。Itisveryhard,butheisnot。Youjusthavetofillupwithwhatyoucangetfromotherwriters。IfIeverhavetimeIwillwriteapaperallbymyself。Itwon’tbepatchy。Wehadnotimetomakeitanillustratedpaper,butIdrewtheshipgoingdownwithallhandsforthefirstcopy。Butthetypewritercan’tdrawships,soitwasleftoutintheothercopies。Thetimethefirstpapertooktowriteoutnoonewouldbelieve!ThiswastheNewspaper:

  EDITORS:DORAANDOSWALDBASTABLE

  EditorialNoteEverypaperiswrittenforsomereason。Oursisbecausewewanttosellitandgetmoney。Ifwhatwehavewrittenbringshappinesstoanysadheartweshallnothavelabouredinvain。Butwewantthemoneytoo。Manypapersarecontentwiththesadheartandthehappiness,butwearenotlikethat,anditisbestnottobedeceitful。EDITORS。

  Therewillbetwoserialstories;OnebyDickyandonebyallofus。Inaserialstoryyouonlyputinonechapteratatime。Butweshallputallourserialstoryatonce,ifDorahastimetocopyit。Dicky’swillcomelateron。

  SerialStoryBYUSALL

  CHAPTERI—byDoraThesunwassettingbehindaromantic—lookingtowerwhentwostrangersmighthavebeenobserveddescendingthecrestofthehill。Theeldest,amanintheprimeoflife;theotherahandsomeyouthwhoremindedeverybodyofQuentinDurward。TheyapproachedtheCastle,inwhichthefairLadyAliciaawaitedherdeliverers。

  Sheleanedfromthecastellatedwindowandwavedherlilyhandastheyapproached。Theyreturnedhersignal,andretiredtoseekrestandrefreshmentataneighbouringhostelry。

  CHAPTERII—byAliceThePrincesswasveryuncomfortableinthetower,becauseherfairygodmotherhadtoldherallsortsofhorridthingswouldhappenifshedidn’tcatchamouseeveryday,andshehadcaughtsomanymicethatnowtherewerehardlyanylefttocatch。SoshesenthercarrierpigeontoaskthenobleStrangersiftheycouldsendherafewmice—becauseshewouldbeofageinafewdaysandthenitwouldn’tmatter。Sothefairygodmother——(I’mverysorry,butthere’snoroomtomakethechaptersanylonger。ED。)

  CHAPTERIII—bytheSub—Editor(Ican’t—I’dmuchrathernot—Idon’tknowhow。)

  CHAPTERIV—byDickyImustnowretracemystepsandtellyousomethingaboutourhero。

  Youmustknowhehadbeentoanawfullyjollyschool,wheretheyhadturkeyandgooseeverydayfordinner,andneveranymutton,andasmanyhelpsofpuddingasafellowcaredtosenduphisplatefor—soofcoursetheyhadallgrownupverystrong,andbeforeheleftschoolhechallengedtheHeadtohaveitoutmantoman,andhegaveithim,Itellyou。ThatwastheeducationthatmadehimabletofightRedIndians,andtobethestrangerwhomighthavebeenobservedinthefirstchapter。

  CHAPTERV—byNoelIthinkit’stimesomethinghappenedinthisstory。Sothenthedragonhecameout,blowingfireoutofhisnose,andhesaid—

  ’Comeon,youvaliantmanandtrue,I’dliketohaveaset—toalongofyou!’

  (That’sbadEnglish。ED。Idon’tcare;it’swhatthedragonsaid。

  Whotoldyoudragonsdidn’ttalkbadEnglish?NOEL。)

  Sothehero,whosenamewasNoeloninuris,replied—

  ’Mybladeissharp,myaxeiskeen,You’renotnearlyasbigasagoodmanydragonsI’veseen。’

  (Don’tputinsomuchpoetry,Noel。It’snotfair,becausenoneoftheotherscandoit。ED。)

  Andthentheywentatit,andhebeatthedragon,justashedidtheHeadinDicky’spartoftheStory,andsohemarriedthePrincess,andtheylived——(Notheydidn’t—nottillthelastchapter。ED。)

  CHAPTERVI—byH。O。

  Ithinkit’saveryniceStory—butwhataboutthemice?Idon’twanttosayanymore。Doracanhavewhat’sleftofmychapter。

  CHAPTERVII—bytheEditorsAndsowhenthedragonwasdeadtherewerelotsofmice,becauseheusedtokillthemforhisteabutnowtheyrapidlymultipliedandravagedthecountry,sothefairladyAlicia,sometimescalledthePrincess,hadtosayshewouldnotmarryanyoneunlesstheycouldridthecountryofthisplagueofmice。ThenthePrince,whoserealnamedidn’tbeginwithN,butwasOsrawalddo,wavedhismagicsword,andthedragonstoodbeforethem,bowinggracefully。Theymadehimpromisetobegood,andthentheyforgavehim;andwhentheweddingbreakfastcame,allthebonesweresavedforhim。Andsotheyweremarriedandlivedhappyeverafter。

  (Whatbecameoftheotherstranger?NOEL。

  Thedragonatehimbecauseheaskedtoomanyquestions。EDITORS。)

  Thisistheendofthestory。

  InstructiveitonlytakesfourhoursandaquarternowtogetfromLondontoManchester;butIshouldnotthinkanyonewouldiftheycouldhelpit。

  Adreadfulwarning。Awickedboytoldmeaveryinstructivethingaboutginger。Theyhadopenedoneofthelargejars,andhehappenedtotakeoutquitealot,andhemadeitallrightbydroppingmarblesin,tilltherewasasmuchgingerasbefore。ButhetoldmethatontheSunday,whenitwascomingnearthepartwherethereisonlyjuicegenerally,Ihadnoideawhathisfeelingswere。Idon’tseewhathecouldhavesaidwhentheyaskedhim。Ishouldbesorrytoactlikeit。

  ScientificExperimentsshouldalwaysbemadeoutofdoors。Anddon’tusebenzoline。

  DICKY。

  (Thatwaswhenheburnthiseyebrowsoff。ED。)

  Theearthis2,400milesround,and800through—atleastIthinkso,butperhapsit’stheotherway。

  DICKY。

  (Yououghttohavebeensurebeforeyoubegan。ED。)

  ScientificColumninthisso—calledNineteenthCenturyScienceisbuttoolittleconsideredinthenurseriesoftherichandproud。Butwearenotlikethat。

  Itisnotgenerallyknownthatifyouputbitsofcamphorinluke—warmwateritwillmoveabout。Ifyoudropsweetoilin,thecamphorwilldartawayandthenstopmoving。Butdon’tdropanytillyouaretiredofit,becausethecamphorwon’tanymoreafterwards。Muchamusementandinstructionislostbynotknowingthingslikethis。

  Ifyouputasixpenceunderashillinginawine—glass,andblowharddownthesideoftheglass,thesixpencewilljumpupandsitonthetopoftheshilling。AtleastIcan’tdoitmyself,butmycousincan。HeisintheNavy。

  AnswerstoCorrespondentsNoel。Youareverypoetical,butIamsorrytosayitwillnotdo。

  Alice。Nothingwillevermakeyourhaircurl,soit’snouse。

  Somepeoplesayit’smoreimportanttotidyupasyougoalong。I

  don’tmeanyouinparticular,buteveryone。

  H。O。Weneversaidyouweretubby,buttheEditordoesnotknowanycure。

  Noel。Ifthereisanyofthepaperoverwhenthisnewspaperisfinished,Iwillexchangeitforyourshut—upinkstand,ortheknifethathastheusefulthinginitfortakingstonesoutofhorses’feet,butyoucan’thaveitwithout。

  H。O。Therearemanywayshowyoursteamenginemightstopworking。

  YoumightaskDicky。Heknowsoneofthem。Ithinkitisthewayyoursstopped。

  Noel。Ifyouthinkthatbyfillingthegardenwithsandyoucanmakecrabsbuildtheirneststhereyouarenotatallsensible。

  YouhavealteredyourpoemaboutthebattleofWaterloosooften,thatwecannotreaditexceptwheretheDukewaveshisswordandsayssomethingwecan’treadeither。Whydidyouwriteitonblotting—paperwithpurplechalk?ED。

  (BecauseYOUKNOWWHOsneakedmypencil。NOEL。)

  PoetryTheAssyriancamedownlikeawolfonthefold,Andthewayhecamedownwasawful,I’mtold;

  Butit’snothingtothewayoneoftheEditorscomesdownonme,IfIcrumblemybread—and—butterorspillmytea。

  NOEL。

  CuriousFactsIfyouholdaguinea—pigupbyhistailhiseyesdropout。

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