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BORDER="2" WIDTH="525" HEIGHT="685"> +<H4 CLASS="h4center" STYLE="width: 525px"> +Tom came running to prevent Maggie from snatching her line away. +</H4> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H1 ALIGN="center" STYLE="color: red"> +TOM AND MAGGIE TULLIVER +</H1> + +<BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +TOLD FROM GEORGE ELIOT'S +<BR> +"THE MILL ON THE FLOSS" +</H3> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H4 ALIGN="center"> +THOMAS NELSON AND SONS, LTD. +<BR> +LONDON, EDINBURGH, AND NEW YORK +<BR> +1909 +</H4> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +CONTENTS. +</H2> + +<TABLE ALIGN="center" WIDTH="80%"> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">I. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap01">TOM MUST GO TO SCHOOL</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">II. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap02">THE CHOICE OF A SCHOOL</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">III. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap03">TOM COMES HOME</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">IV. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap04">ALL ABOUT A JAM PUFF</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">V. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap05">THE FAMILY PARTY</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">VI. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap06">THE MAGIC MUSIC</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">VII. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap07">MAGGIE IS VERY NAUGHTY</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">VIII. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap08">MAGGIE AND THE GIPSIES</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">IX. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap09">THE GIPSY QUEEN ABDICATES</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">X. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap10">TOM AT SCHOOL</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XI. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap11">THE NEW SCHOOLFELLOW</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XII. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap12">THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON</A></TD> +</TR> + +<TR> +<TD ALIGN="right" VALIGN="top">XIII. </TD> +<TD ALIGN="left" VALIGN="top"> +<A HREF="#chap13">PHILIP AND MAGGIE</A></TD> +</TR> + +</TABLE> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. +</H2> + +<H4> +<A HREF="#img-front"> +TOM CAME RUNNING TO PREVENT MAGGIE FROM SNATCHING<BR> +HER LINE AWAY</A> + . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . <I>Frontispiece</I> +</H4> + +<H4> +<A HREF="#img-080"> +"MY PRETTY LADY, ARE YOU COME TO STAY WITH US?" +</A> +</H4> + +<H4> +<A HREF="#img-112"> +"HERE, MAGGIE, COME AND HEAR IF I CAN SAY THIS" +</A> +</H4> + +<H4> +<A HREF="#img-128"> +"O TOM, PLEASE DON'T," CRIED MAGGIE +</A> +</H4> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap01"></A> + +<H2 ALIGN="center"> +MAGGIE AND TOM TULLIVER. +</H2> + +<BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter I. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +TOM MUST GO TO SCHOOL. +</H3> + +<P> +"What I want, you know," said Mr. Tulliver of Dorlcote Mill—"what I +want is to give Tom a good eddication. That was what I was thinking of +when I gave notice for him to leave th' academy at Lady Day. I meant +to put him to a downright good school at Midsummer. +</P> + +<P> +"The two years at th' academy 'ud ha' done well enough," the miller +went on, "if I'd meant to make a miller and farmer of him like myself. +But I should like Tom to be a bit of a scholard, so as he might be up +to the tricks o' these fellows as talk fine and write with a flourish. +It 'ud be a help to me wi' these lawsuits and things." +</P> + +<P> +Mr. Tulliver was speaking to his wife, a blond, comely woman in a +fan-shaped cap. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, Mr. Tulliver," said she, "you know best. But hadn't I better +kill a couple o' fowl, and have th' aunts and uncles to dinner next +week, so as you may hear what Sister Glegg and Sister Pullet have got +to say about it? There's a couple o' fowl <I>wants</I> killing!" +</P> + +<P> +"You may kill every fowl i' the yard if you like, Bessy, but I shall +ask neither aunt nor uncle what I'm to do wi' my own lad," said Mr. +Tulliver. +</P> + +<P> +"Dear heart!" said Mrs. Tulliver, "how can you talk so, Mr. Tulliver? +However, if Tom's to go to a new school, I should like him to go where +I can wash him and mend him; else he might as well have calico as +linen, for they'd be one as yallow as th' other before they'd been +washed half a dozen times. And then, when the box is goin' backards +and forrards, I could send the lad a cake, or a pork-pie, or an apple." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, well, we won't send him out o' reach o' the carrier's cart, if +other things fit in," said Mr. Tulliver. "But you mustn't put a spoke +i' the wheel about the washin' if we can't get a school near enough. +But it's an uncommon puzzling thing to know what school to pick." +</P> + +<P> +Mr. Tulliver paused a minute or two, and dived with both hands into his +pockets, as if he hoped to find some idea there. Then he said, "I know +what I'll do, I'll talk it over wi' Riley. He's coming to-morrow." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, Mr. Tulliver, I've put the sheets out for the best bed, and +Kezia's got 'em hanging at the fire. They aren't the best sheets, but +they're good enough for anybody to sleep in, be he who he will." +</P> + +<P> +As Mrs. Tulliver spoke she drew a bright bunch of keys from her pocket, +and singled out one, rubbing her thumb and finger up and down it with a +placid smile while she looked at the clear fire. +</P> + +<P> +"I think I've hit it, Bessy," said Mr. Tulliver, after a short silence. +"Riley's as likely a man as any to know o' some school; he's had +schooling himself, an' goes about to all sorts o' places—auctioneering +and vallyin' and that. I want Tom to be such a sort o' man as Riley, +you know—as can talk pretty nigh as well as if it was all wrote out +for him, and a good solid knowledge o' business too." +</P> + +<P> +"Well," said Mrs. Tulliver, "so far as talking proper, and knowing +everything, and walking with a bend in his back, and setting his hair +up, I shouldn't mind the lad being brought up to that. But them +fine-talking men from the big towns mostly wear the false shirt-fronts; +they wear a frill till it's all a mess, and then hide it with a bib;—I +know Riley does. And then, if Tom's to go and live at Mudport, like +Riley, he'll have a house with a kitchen hardly big enough to turn in, +an' niver get a fresh egg for his breakfast, an' sleep up three pair o' +stairs—or four, for what I know—an' be burnt to death before he can +get down." +</P> + +<P> +</P> + +<P> +</P> + +<P> +</P> + +<P> +"No, no," said Mr. Tulliver; "I've no thoughts of his going to Mudport: +I mean him to set up his office at St. Ogg's, close by us, an' live at +home. I doubt Tom's a bit slowish. He takes after your family, Bessy." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, that he does," said Mrs. Tulliver; "he's wonderful for liking a +deal o' salt in his broth. That was my brother's way, and my father's +before him." +</P> + +<P> +"It seems a bit of a pity, though," said Mr. Tulliver, "as the lad +should take after the mother's side instead o' the little wench. The +little un takes after my side, now: she's twice as 'cute as Tom." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, Mr. Tulliver, and it all runs to naughtiness. How to keep her in +a clean pinafore two hours together passes my cunning. An' now you put +me i' mind," continued Mrs. Tulliver, rising and going to the window, +"I don't know where she is now, an' it's pretty nigh tea-time. Ah, I +thought so—there she is, wanderin' up an' down by the water, like a +wild thing. She'll tumble in some day." +</P> + +<P> +Mrs. Tulliver rapped the window sharply, beckoned, and shook her head. +</P> + +<P> +"You talk o' 'cuteness, Mr. Tulliver," she said as she sat down; "but +I'm sure the child's very slow i' some things, for if I send her +upstairs to fetch anything, she forgets what she's gone for." +</P> + +<P> +"Pooh, nonsense!" said Mr. Tulliver. "She's a straight, black-eyed +wench as anybody need wish to see; and she can read almost as well as +the parson." +</P> + +<P> +"But her hair won't curl, all I can do with it, and she's so franzy +about having it put i' paper, and I've such work as never was to make +her stand and have it pinched with th' irons." +</P> + +<P> +"Cut it off—cut it off short," said the father rashly. +</P> + +<P> +"How can you talk so, Mr. Tulliver? She's too big a gell—gone nine, +and tall of her age—to have her hair cut short.—Maggie, Maggie," +continued the mother, as the child herself entered the room, "where's +the use o' my telling you to keep away from the water? You'll tumble +in and be drownded some day, and then you'll be sorry you didn't do as +mother told you." +</P> + +<P> +Maggie threw off her bonnet. Now, Mrs. Tulliver, desiring her daughter +to have a curled crop, had had it cut too short in front to be pushed +behind the ears; and as it was usually straight an hour after it had +been taken out of paper, Maggie was incessantly tossing her head to +keep the dark, heavy locks out of her gleaming black eyes. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh dear, oh dear, Maggie, what are you thinkin' of, to throw your +bonnet down there? Take it upstairs, there's a good gell, an' let your +hair be brushed, an' put your other pinafore on, an' change your +shoes—do, for shame; an' come and go on with your patchwork, like a +little lady." +</P> + +<P> +"O mother," said Maggie in a very cross tone, "I don't want to do my +patchwork." +</P> + +<P> +"What! not your pretty patchwork, to make a counterpane for your Aunt +Glegg?" +</P> + +<P> +"It's silly work," said Maggie, with a toss of her mane—"tearing +things to pieces to sew 'em together again. And I don't want to sew +anything for my Aunt Glegg; I don't like her." +</P> + +<P> +Exit Maggie, drawing her bonnet by the string, while Mr. Tulliver +laughs audibly. +</P> + +<P> +"I wonder at you as you'll laugh at her, Mr. Tulliver," said the +mother. "An' her aunts will have it as it's <I>me</I> spoils her." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap02"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter II. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE CHOICE OF A SCHOOL. +</H3> + +<P> +Mr. Riley, who came next day, was a gentleman with a waxen face and fat +hands. He talked with his host for some time about the water supply to +Dorlcote Mill. Then after a short silence Mr. Tulliver changed the +subject. +</P> + +<P> +"There's a thing I've got i' my head," said he at last, in rather a +lower tone than usual, as he turned his head and looked at his +companion. +</P> + +<P> +"Ah!" said Mr. Riley, in a tone of mild interest. +</P> + +<P> +"It's a very particular thing," Mr. Tulliver went on; "it's about my +boy Tom." +</P> + +<P> +At the sound of this name Maggie, who was seated on a low stool close +by the fire, with a large book open on her lap, shook her heavy hair +back and looked up eagerly. +</P> + +<P> +"You see, I want to put him to a new school at Midsummer," said Mr. +Tulliver. "He's comin' away from the 'cademy at Lady Day, an' I shall +let him run loose for a quarter; but after that I want to send him to a +downright good school, where they'll make a scholard of him." +</P> + +<P> +"Well," said Mr. Riley, "there's no greater advantage you can give him +than a good education." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't mean Tom to be a miller and farmer," said Mr. Tulliver; "I see +no fun i' that. Why, if I made him a miller, he'd be expectin' to take +the mill an' the land, an' a-hinting at me as it was time for me to lay +by. Nay, nay; I've seen enough o' that wi' sons." +</P> + +<P> +These words cut Maggie to the quick. Tom was supposed capable of +turning his father out of doors! This was not to be borne; and Maggie +jumped up from her stool, forgetting all about her heavy book, which +fell with a bang within the fender, and going up between her father's +knees said, in a half-crying, half-angry voice,— +</P> + +<P> +"Father, Tom wouldn't be naughty to you ever; I know he wouldn't." +</P> + +<P> +"What! they mustn't say any harm o' Tom, eh?" said Mr. Tulliver, +looking at Maggie with a twinkling eye. Then he added gently, "Go, go +and see after your mother." +</P> + +<P> +"Did you ever hear the like on't?" said Mr. Tulliver as Maggie retired. +"It's a pity but what she'd been the lad." +</P> + +<P> +Mr. Riley laughed, took a pinch of snuff, and said,— +</P> + +<P> +"But your lad's not stupid, is he?" said Mr. Riley. "I saw him, when I +was here last, busy making fishing-tackle; he seemed quite up to it." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, he isn't stupid. He's got a notion o' things out o' door, an' a +sort o' common sense, and he'll lay hold o' things by the right handle. +But he's slow with his tongue, you see, and he reads but poorly, and +can't abide the books, and spells all wrong, they tell me, an' you +never hear him say 'cute things like the little wench. Now, what I +want is to send him to a school where they'll make him a bit nimble +with his tongue and his pen, and make a smart chap of him." +</P> + +<P> +"You're quite in the right of it, Tulliver," observed Mr. Riley. +"Better spend an extra hundred or two on your son's education than +leave it him in your will." +</P> + +<P> +"I dare say, now, you know of a school as 'ud be just the thing for +Tom," said Mr. Tulliver. +</P> + +<P> +Mr. Riley took a pinch of snuff, and waited a little before he said,— +</P> + +<P> +"I know of a very fine chance for any one that's got the necessary +money, and that's what you have, Tulliver. But if any one wanted his +boy to be placed under a first-rate fellow, I know his man. He's an +Oxford man, and a parson. He's willing to take one or two boys as +pupils to fill up his time. The boys would be quite of the family—the +finest thing in the world for them—under Stelling's eye continually." +</P> + +<P> +"But do you think they'd give the poor lad twice o' pudding?" said Mrs. +Tulliver, who was now in her place again. +</P> + +<P> +"And what money 'ud he want?" said Mr. Tulliver. +</P> + +<P> +"Stelling is moderate in his terms; he's not a grasping man," said Mr. +Riley. "I've no doubt he'd take your boy at a hundred. I'll write to +him about it if you like." +</P> + +<P> +Mr. Tulliver rubbed his knees, and looked at the carpet. +</P> + +<P> +"But belike he's a bachelor," observed Mrs. Tulliver, "an' I've no +opinion o' house-keepers. It 'ud break my heart to send Tom where +there's a housekeeper, an' I hope you won't think of it, Mr. Tulliver." +</P> + +<P> +"You may set your mind at rest on that score, Mrs. Tulliver," said Mr. +Riley, "for Stelling is married to as nice a little woman as any man +need wish for a wife. There isn't a kinder little soul in the world." +</P> + +<P> +"Father," broke in Maggie, who had stolen to her father's elbow again, +listening with parted lips, while she held her doll topsy-turvy, and +crushed its nose against the wood of the chair—"father, is it a long +way off where Tom is to go? Shan't we ever go to see him?" +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know, my wench," said the father tenderly. "Ask Mr. Riley; he +knows." +</P> + +<P> +Maggie came round promptly in front of Mr. Riley, and said, "How far is +it, please sir?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, a long, long way off," that gentleman answered. "You must borrow +the seven-leagued boots to get to him." +</P> + +<P> +"That's nonsense!" said Maggie, tossing her head and turning away with +the tears springing to her eyes. +</P> + +<P> +"Hush, Maggie, for shame of you, chattering so," said her mother. +"Come and sit down on your little stool, and hold your tongue, do. +But," added Mrs. Tulliver, who had her own alarm awakened, "is it so +far off as I couldn't wash him and mend him?" +</P> + +<P> +"About fifteen miles, that's all," said Mr. Riley. "You can drive +there and back in a day quite comfortably. Or—Stelling is a kind, +pleasant man—he'd be glad to have you stay." +</P> + +<P> +"But it's too far off for the linen, I doubt," said Mrs. Tulliver sadly. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap03"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter III. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +TOM COMES HOME. +</H3> + +<P> +Tom was to arrive early one afternoon, and there was another fluttering +heart besides Maggie's when it was late enough for the sound of the gig +wheels to be expected; for if Mrs. Tulliver had a strong feeling, it +was fondness for her boy. +</P> + +<P> +At last the sound came, and in spite of the wind, which was blowing the +clouds about, and was not likely to respect Mrs. Tulliver's curls and +cap-strings, she came and stood outside the door with her hand on +Maggie's head. +</P> + +<P> +"There he is, my sweet lad! But he's got never a collar on; it's been +lost on the road, I'll be bound, and spoilt the set!" +</P> + +<P> +Mrs. Tulliver stood with her arms open; Maggie jumped first on one leg +and then on the other; while Tom stepped down from the gig, and said, +"Hallo, Yap! what, are you there?" +</P> + +<P> +Then he allowed himself to be kissed willingly enough, though Maggie +hung on his neck in rather a strangling fashion, while his blue eyes +wandered towards the croft and the lambs and the river, where he +promised himself that he would begin to fish the first thing to-morrow +morning. He was a lad with light brown hair, cheeks of cream and +roses, and full lips. +</P> + +<P> +"Maggie," said Tom, taking her into a corner as soon as his mother was +gone out to examine his box, "you don't know what I've got in my +pockets," nodding his head up and down as a means of rousing her sense +of mystery. +</P> + +<P> +"No," said Maggie. "How stodgy they look, Tom! Is it marls (marbles) +or cob-nuts?" Maggie's heart sank a little, because Tom always said it +was "no good" playing with her at those games, she played so badly. +</P> + +<P> +"Marls! no. I've swopped all my marls with the little fellows; and +cobnuts are no fun, you silly—only when the nuts are green. But see +here!" He drew something out of his right-hand pocket. +</P> + +<P> +"What is it?" said Maggie in a whisper. "I can see nothing but a bit +of yellow." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, it's a new— Guess, Maggie!" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I can't guess, Tom," said Maggie impatiently. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't be a spitfire, else I won't tell you," said Tom, thrusting his +hand back into his pocket. +</P> + +<P> +"No, Tom," said Maggie, laying hold of the arm that was held stiffly in +the pocket. "I'm not cross, Tom; it was only because I can't bear +guessing. Please be good to me." +</P> + +<P> +Tom's arm slowly relaxed, and he said, "Well, then, it's a new +fish-line—'two new uns—one for you, Maggie, all to yourself. I +wouldn't go halves in the toffee and gingerbread on purpose to save the +money; and Gibson and Spouncer fought with me because I wouldn't. And +here's hooks; see here! I say, won't we go and fish to-morrow down by +Round Pond? And you shall catch your own fish, and put the worms on, +and everything. Won't it be fun!" +</P> + +<P> +Maggie's answer was to throw her arms round Tom's neck and hug him, and +hold her cheek against his without speaking, while he slowly unwound +some of the line, saying, after a pause,— +</P> + +<P> +"Wasn't I a good brother, now, to buy you a line all to yourself? You +know, I needn't have bought it if I hadn't liked!" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, very, very good. I do love you, Tom." +</P> + +<P> +Tom had put the line back in his pocket, and was looking at the hooks +one by one, before he spoke again. +</P> + +<P> +"And the fellows fought me because I wouldn't give in about the toffee." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh dear! I wish they wouldn't fight at your school, Tom. Didn't it +hurt you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Hurt me? No," said Tom, putting up the hooks again. Then he took out +a large pocket-knife, and slowly opened the largest blade and rubbed +his finger along it. At last he said,— +</P> + +<P> +"I gave Spouncer a black eye, I know—that's what he got by wanting to +leather me; I wasn't going to go halves because anybody leathered me." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, how brave you are, Tom! I think you're like Samson. If there +came a lion roaring at me, I think you'd fight him; wouldn't you, Tom?" +</P> + +<P> +"How can a lion come roaring at you, you silly thing? There's no +lions—only in the shows." +</P> + +<P> +"No; but if we were in the lion countries—I mean, in Africa, where +it's very hot—the lions eat people there. I can show it you in the +book where I read it." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, I should get a gun and shoot him." +</P> + +<P> +"But if you hadn't got a gun. We might have gone out, you know, not +thinking, just as we go fishing; and then a <I>great</I> lion might run +towards us roaring, and we couldn't get away from him. What <I>should</I> +you do, Tom?" +</P> + +<P> +Tom paused, and at last turned away, saying, "But the lion isn't +coming. What's the use of talking?" +</P> + +<P> +"But I like to fancy how it would be," said Maggie, following him. +"Just think what you would do, Tom." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, don't bother, Maggie! you're such a silly. I shall go and see my +rabbits." +</P> + +<P> +Upon this Maggie's heart began to flutter with fear, for she had bad +news for Tom. She dared not tell the sad truth at once, but she walked +after Tom in trembling silence as he went out. +</P> + +<P> +"Tom," she said timidly, when they were out of doors, "how much money +did you give for your rabbits?" +</P> + +<P> +"Two half-crowns and a sixpence," said Tom promptly. +</P> + +<P> +"I think I've got a great deal more than that in my steel purse +upstairs. I'll ask mother to give it you." +</P> + +<P> +"What for?" said Tom. "I don't want your money, you silly thing. I've +got a great deal more money than you, because I'm a boy." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, but, Tom, if mother would let me give you two half-crowns and a +sixpence out of my purse to put into your pocket and spend, you know, +and buy some more rabbits with it." +</P> + +<P> +"More rabbits? I don't want any more." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, but, Tom, they're all dead!" +</P> + +<P> +Tom stopped, and turned round towards Maggie. "You forgot to feed 'em, +then, and Harry forgot?" he said, his colour rising for a moment. +"I'll pitch into Harry—I'll have him turned away. And I don't love +you, Maggie. You shan't go fishing with me to-morrow. I told you to +go and see the rabbits every day." He walked on again. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, but I forgot; and I couldn't help it, indeed, Tom. I'm so very +sorry," said Maggie, while the tears rushed fast. +</P> + +<P> +"You're a naughty girl," said Tom severely, "and I'm sorry I bought you +the fish-line. I don't love you." +</P> + +<P> +"O Tom, it's very cruel," sobbed Maggie. "I'd forgive you if you +forgot anything—I wouldn't mind what you did—I'd forgive you and love +you." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, you're a silly; but I never do forget things—I don't." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, please forgive me, Tom; my heart will break," said Maggie, shaking +with sobs, clinging to Tom's arm, and laying her wet cheek on his +shoulder. +</P> + +<P> +Tom shook her off. "Now, Maggie, you just listen. Aren't I a good +brother to you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Ye-ye-es," sobbed Maggie. +</P> + +<P> +"Didn't I think about your fish-line all this quarter, and mean to buy +it, and saved my money o' purpose, and wouldn't go halves in the +toffee, and Spouncer fought me because I wouldn't?" +</P> + +<P> +"Ye-ye-es—and I—lo-lo-love you so, Tom." +</P> + +<P> +"But you're a naughty girl. Last holidays you licked the paint off my +lozenge-box; and the holidays before that you let the boat drag my +fish-line down when I'd set you to watch it, and you pushed your head +through my kite, all for nothing." +</P> + +<P> +"But I didn't mean," said Maggie; "I couldn't help it." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, you could," said Tom, "if you'd minded what you were doing. And +you're a naughty girl, and you shan't go fishing with me to-morrow." +</P> + +<P> +With this Tom ran away from Maggie towards the mill, meaning to greet +Luke there, and complain to him of Harry. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, he is cruel!" Maggie sobbed aloud. She would stay up in the attic +and starve herself—hide herself behind the tub, and stay there all +night; and then they would all be frightened, and Tom would be sorry. +</P> + +<P> +Thus Maggie thought in the pride of her heart, as she crept behind the +tub; but presently she began to cry again at the idea that they didn't +mind her being there. +</P> + +<P> +Meanwhile, Tom was too much interested in his talk with Luke, and in +going the round of the mill, to think of Maggie at all. But when he +had been called in to tea, his father said, "Why, where's the little +wench?" And Mrs. Tulliver, almost at the same moment, said, "Where's +your little sister?" +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know," said Tom. He didn't want to "tell" of Maggie, though +he was angry with her; for Tom Tulliver was a lad of honour. +</P> + +<P> +"What! hasn't she been playing with you all this while?" said the +father. "She'd been thinking o' nothing but your coming home." +</P> + +<P> +"I haven't seen her this two hours," says Tom. +</P> + +<P> +"Goodness heart! she's got drownded," exclaimed Mrs. Tulliver, rising +from her seat and running to the window. +</P> + +<P> +"Nay, nay, she's none drownded," said Mr. Tulliver.—"You've been +naughty to her, I doubt, Tom?" +</P> + +<P> +"I'm sure I haven't, father," said Tom quickly. "I think she's in the +house." +</P> + +<P> +"Perhaps up in that attic," said Mrs. Tulliver, "a-singing and talking +to herself, and forgetting all about meal-times." +</P> + +<P> +"You go and fetch her down, Tom," said Mr. Tulliver, rather sharply. +"And be good to her, do you hear? Else I'll let you know better." +</P> + +<P> +Maggie, who had taken refuge in the attic, knew Tom's step, and her +heart began to beat with the shock of hope. But he only stood still on +the top of the stairs and said, "Maggie, you're to come down." Then +she rushed to him and clung round his neck, sobbing, "O Tom, please +forgive me! I can't bear it. I will always be good—always remember +things. Do love me—please, dear Tom?" And the boy quite forgot his +desire to punish her as much as she deserved; he actually began to kiss +her in return, and say,— +</P> + +<P> +"Don't cry, then, Magsie; here, eat a bit o' cake." +</P> + +<P> +Maggie's sobs began to subside, and she put out her mouth for the cake +and bit a piece; and then Tom bit a piece, just for company, and they +ate together, and rubbed each other's cheeks and brows and noses +together while they ate like two friendly ponies. +</P> + +<P> +"Come along, Magsie, and have tea," said Tom at last. +</P> + +<P> +So ended the sorrows of this day, and the next morning Maggie was to be +seen trotting out with her own fishing-rod in one hand and a handle of +the basket in the other. She had told Tom, however, that she should +like him to put the worms on the hook for her. +</P> + +<P> +They were on their way to the Round Pool—that wonderful pool which the +floods had made a long while ago. The sight of the old spot always +heightened Tom's good-humour, and he opened the basket and prepared +their tackle. He threw Maggie's line for her, and put the rod into her +hand. She thought it probable that the small fish would come to her +hook, and the large ones to Tom's. But after a few moments she had +forgotten all about the fish, and was looking dreamily at the glassy +water, when Tom said, in a loud whisper, "Look, look, Maggie!" and came +running to prevent her from snatching her line away. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie was frightened lest she had been doing something wrong, as +usual; but presently Tom drew out her line and brought a large tench +bouncing out upon the grass. +</P> + +<P> +Tom was excited. +</P> + +<P> +"O Magsie! you little duck! Empty the basket." +</P> + +<P> +Maggie did not know how clever she had been; but it was quite enough +that Tom called her Magsie, and was pleased with her. There was +nothing to mar her delight in the whispers and the dreamy silences, +when she listened to the light dipping sounds of the rising fish, and +the gentle rustling, as if the willows and the reeds and the water had +their happy whisperings also. Maggie thought it would make a very nice +heaven to sit by the pool in that way, and never be scolded. She never +knew she had a bite until Tom told her, it is true, but she liked +fishing very much. +</P> + +<P> +It was one of their happy mornings. They trotted along and sat down +together, with no thought that life would ever change much for them. +They would only get bigger and not go to school, and it would always be +like the holidays; they would always live together, and be very, very +fond of each other. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap04"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter IV. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +ALL ABOUT A JAM PUFF. +</H3> + +<P> +It was Easter week, and Mrs. Tulliver's cheese-cakes were even more +light than usual, so that no season could have been better for a family +party to consult Sister Glegg and Sister Pullet and Sister Deane about +Tom's going to school. +</P> + +<P> +On Wednesday, the day before the aunts and uncles were coming, Tom and +Maggie made several inroads into the kitchen, where great preparations +were being made, and were induced to keep aloof for a time only by +being allowed to carry away some of the good things to eat. +</P> + +<P> +"Tom," said Maggie, as they sat on the boughs of the elder tree, eating +their jam puffs, "shall you run away to-morrow?" +</P> + +<P> +"No," said Tom slowly—"no, I shan't." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, Tom? Because Lucy's coming?" +</P> + +<P> +"No," said Tom, opening his pocket-knife and holding it over the last +jam puff, with his head on one side. "What do I care about Lucy? +She's only a girl; she can't play at bandy." +</P> + +<P> +"Is it the tipsy-cake, then?" said Maggie, while she leaned forward +towards Tom with her eyes fixed on the knife. +</P> + +<P> +"No, you silly; that'll be good the day after. It's the pudding. I +know what the pudding's to be—apricot roll-up—oh, my buttons!" +</P> + +<P> +With this the knife came down on the puff, and in a moment that dainty +lay in two; but the result was not pleasing to Tom, and after a few +moments' thought he said,— +</P> + +<P> +"Shut your eyes, Maggie." +</P> + +<P> +"What for?" +</P> + +<P> +"You never mind what for. Shut 'em, when I tell you." Maggie obeyed. +</P> + +<P> +"Now which'll you have, Maggie—right hand or left?" +</P> + +<P> +"I'll have that with the jam run out," said Maggie, keeping her eyes +shut to please Tom. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, you don't like that, you silly. You may have it if it comes to +you fair, but I shan't give it you without. Right or left?—you +choose, now. Ha-a-a!" said Tom, as Maggie peeped. "You keep your eyes +shut, now, else you shan't have any." +</P> + +<P> +So Maggie shut her eyes quite close, till Tom told her to "say which," +and then she said, "Left hand." +</P> + +<P> +"You've got it," said Tom, in rather a bitter tone. +</P> + +<P> +"What! the bit with the jam run out?" +</P> + +<P> +"No; here, take it," said Tom firmly, handing the best piece to Maggie. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh please, Tom, have it. I don't mind; I like the other. Please take +this." +</P> + +<P> +"No, I shan't," said Tom, almost crossly. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie began to eat up her half puff with great relish; But Tom had +finished his own first, and had to look on while Maggie ate her last +morsel or two without noticing that Tom was looking at her. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, you greedy thing!" said Tom, when she had eaten the last morsel. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie turned quite pale. "O Tom, why didn't you ask me?" +</P> + +<P> +"I wasn't going to ask you for a bit, you greedy. You might have +thought of it without, when you knew I gave you the best bit." +</P> + +<P> +"But I wanted you to have it—you know I did," said Maggie, in an +injured tone. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes; but I wasn't going to do what wasn't fair. But if I go halves, +I'll go 'em fair—only I wouldn't be a greedy." +</P> + +<P> +With this Tom jumped down from his bough, and threw a stone with a +"hoigh!" to Yap, who had also been looking on wistfully while the jam +puff vanished. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie sat still on her bough, and gave herself up to misery. She +would have given the world not to have eaten all her puff, and to have +saved some of it for Tom. Not but that the puff was very nice; but she +would have gone without it many times over sooner than Tom should call +her greedy and be cross with her. +</P> + +<P> +And he had said he wouldn't have it; and she ate it without thinking. +How could she help it? The tears flowed so plentifully that Maggie saw +nothing around her for the next ten minutes; then she jumped from her +bough to look for Tom. He was no longer near her, nor in the paddock +behind the rickyard. Where was he likely to be gone, and Yap with him? +</P> + +<P> +Maggie ran to the high bank against the great holly-tree, where she +could see far away towards the Floss. There was Tom in the distance; +but her heart sank again as she saw how far off he was on his way to +the great river, and that he had another companion besides Yap—naughty +Bob Jakin, whose task of frightening the birds was just now at a +standstill. +</P> + +<P> +It must be owned that Tom was fond of Bob's company. How could it be +otherwise? Bob knew, directly he saw a bird's egg, whether it was a +swallow's, or a tom-tit's, or a yellow-hammer's; he found out all the +wasps' nests, and could set all sorts of traps; he could climb the +trees like a squirrel, and had quite a magical power of finding +hedgehogs and stoats; and every holiday-time Maggie was sure to have +days of grief because Tom had gone off with Bob. +</P> + +<P> +Well, there was no help for it. He was gone now, and Maggie could +think of no comfort but to sit down by the holly, or wander lonely by +the hedgerow, nursing her grief. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap05"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter V. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE FAMILY PARTY. +</H3> + +<P> +On the day of the family party Aunt Glegg was the first to arrive, and +she was followed not long afterwards by Aunt Pullet and her husband. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie and Tom, on their part, thought their Aunt Pullet tolerable, +because she was not their Aunt Glegg. Tom always declined to go more +than once during his holidays to see either of them. Both his uncles +tipped him that once, of course; but at his Aunt Pullet's there were a +great many toads to pelt in the cellar-area, so that he preferred the +visit to her. Maggie disliked the toads, and dreamed of them horribly; +but she liked her Uncle Pullet's musical snuff-box. +</P> + +<P> +When Maggie and Tom came in from the garden with their father and their +Uncle Glegg, they found that Aunt Deane and Cousin Lucy had also +arrived. Maggie had thrown her bonnet off very carelessly, and coming +in with her hair rough as well as out of curl, rushed at once to Lucy, +who was standing by her mother's knee. +</P> + +<P> +Lucy put up the neatest little rosebud mouth to be kissed. Everything +about her was neat—her little round neck with the row of coral beads; +her little straight nose, not at all snubby; her little clear eyebrows, +rather darker than her curls to match her hazel eyes, which looked up +with shy pleasure at Maggie, taller by the head, though scarcely a year +older. +</P> + +<P> +"O Lucy," burst out Maggie, after kissing her, "you'll stay with Tom +and me, won't you?—Oh, kiss her, Tom." +</P> + +<P> +Tom, too, had come up to Lucy, but he was not going to kiss her—no; he +came up to her with Maggie because it seemed easier, on the whole, than +saying, "How do you do?" to all those aunts and uncles. +</P> + +<P> +"Heyday!" said Aunt Glegg loudly. "Do little boys and gells come into +a room without taking notice o' their uncles and aunts? That wasn't +the way when <I>I</I> was a little gell." +</P> + +<P> +"Go and speak to your aunts and uncles, my dears," said Mrs. Tulliver. +She wanted also to whisper to Maggie a command to go and have her hair +brushed. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, and how do you do? And I hope you're good children—are you?" +said Aunt Glegg, in the same loud way, as she took their hands, hurting +them with her large rings, and kissing their cheeks, much against their +desire. "Look up, Tom, look up. Boys as go to boarding-schools should +hold their heads up. Look at me now." Tom would not do so, and tried +to draw his hand away. "Put your hair behind your ears, Maggie, and +keep your frock on your shoulder." +</P> + +<P> +Aunt Glegg always spoke to them in this loud way, as if she thought +them quite deaf, or perhaps rather silly. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, my dears," said Aunt Pullet sadly, "you grow wonderful fast.—I +doubt they'll outgrow their strength," she added, looking over their +heads at their mother. "I think the gell has too much hair. I'd have +it thinned and cut shorter, sister, if I was you. It isn't good for +her health. It's that as makes her skin so brown, I shouldn't +wonder.—Don't you think so, Sister Deane?" +</P> + +<P> +"I can't say, I'm sure, sister," said Mrs. Deane. +</P> + +<P> +"No, no," said Mr. Tulliver, "the child's healthy enough—there's +nothing ails her. There's red wheat as well as white, for that matter, +and some like the dark grain best. But it 'ud be as well if Bessy 'ud +have the child's hair cut, so as it 'ud lie smooth." +</P> + +<P> +Maggie now wished to learn from her Aunt Deane whether she would leave +Lucy behind to stay at the mill. Aunt Deane would hardly ever let Lucy +come to see them, to Maggie's great regret. +</P> + +<P> +"You wouldn't like to stay behind without mother, should you, Lucy?" +she said to her little daughter. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, please, mother," said Lucy timidly, blushing very pink all over +her little neck. +</P> + +<P> +"Well done, Lucy!—Let her stay, Mrs. Deane, let her stay," said Mr. +Deane, a large man, who held a silver snuff-box very tightly in his +hand, and now and then exchanged a pinch with Mr. Tulliver. +</P> + +<P> +"Maggie," said Mrs. Tulliver, beckoning Maggie to her, and whispering +in her ear, as soon as this point of Lucy's staying was settled, "go +and get your hair brushed—do, for shame. I told you not to come in +without going to Martha first; you know I did." +</P> + +<P> +"Tom, come out with me," whispered Maggie, pulling his sleeve as she +passed him; and Tom followed willingly enough. +</P> + +<P> +"Come upstairs with me, Tom," she whispered, when they were outside the +door. "There's something I want to do before dinner." +</P> + +<P> +"There's no time to play at anything before dinner," said Tom. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes, there is time for this. Do come, Tom." +</P> + +<P> +Tom followed Maggie upstairs into her mother's room, and saw her go at +once to a drawer, from which she took a large pair of scissors. +</P> + +<P> +"What are they for, Maggie?" said Tom. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie answered by seizing her front locks and cutting them straight +across the middle of her forehead. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, my buttons, Maggie, you'll catch it!" exclaimed Tom; "you'd better +not cut any more off." +</P> + +<P> +Snip went the great scissors again while Tom was speaking; and he +couldn't help feeling it was rather good fun—Maggie would look so +queer. +</P> + +<P> +"Here, Tom, cut it behind for me," said Maggie, much excited. +</P> + +<P> +"You'll catch it, you know," said Tom as he took the scissors. +</P> + +<P> +"Never mind; make haste!" said Maggie, giving a little stamp with her +foot. Her cheeks were quite flushed. +</P> + +<P> +One delicious grinding snip, and then another and another. The hinder +locks fell heavily on the floor, and soon Maggie stood cropped in a +jagged, uneven manner. +</P> + +<P> +"O Maggie!" said Tom, jumping round her, and slapping his knees as he +laughed—"oh, my buttons, what a queer thing you look! Look at +yourself in the glass." +</P> + +<P> +Maggie felt an unexpected pang. She didn't want her hair to look +pretty—she only wanted people to think her a clever little girl, and +not to find fault with her untidy head. But now, when Tom began to +laugh at her, the affair had quite a new aspect. She looked in the +glass, and still Tom laughed and clapped his hands, while Maggie's +flushed cheeks began to pale and her lips to tremble a little. +</P> + +<P> +"O Maggie, you'll have to go down to dinner directly," said Tom. "Oh +my!" +</P> + +<P> +"Don't laugh at me, Tom," said Maggie, with an outburst of angry tears, +stamping, and giving him a push. +</P> + +<P> +"Now, then, spitfire!" said Tom. "What did you cut it off for, then? +I shall go down; I can smell the dinner going in." +</P> + +<P> +He hurried downstairs at once. Maggie could see clearly enough, now +the thing was done, that it was very foolish, and that she should have +to hear and think more about her hair than ever. As she stood crying +before the glass she felt it impossible to go down to dinner and endure +the severe eyes and severe words of her aunts, while Tom, and Lucy, and +Martha, who waited at table, and perhaps her father and her uncles, +would laugh at her—for if Tom had laughed at her, of course every one +else would; and if she had only let her hair alone, she could have sat +with Tom and Lucy, and had the apricot pudding and the custard! +</P> + +<P> +"Miss Maggie, you're to come down this minute," said Kezia, entering +the room after a few moments. "Lawks! what have you been a-doing? I +niver see such a fright." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't, Kezia," said Maggie angrily. "Go away!" +</P> + +<P> +"But I tell you, you're to come down, miss, this minute; your mother +says so," said Kezia, going up to Maggie and taking her by the hand to +raise her from the floor, on which she had thrown herself. +</P> + +<P> +"Get away, Kezia; I don't want any dinner," said Maggie, resisting +Kezia's arm. "I shan't come." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, well, I can't stay. I've got to wait at dinner," said Kezia, +going out again. +</P> + +<P> +"Maggie, you little silly," said Tom, peeping into the room ten minutes +later, "why don't you come and have your dinner? There's lots o' +goodies, and mother says you're to come." +</P> + +<P> +Oh, it was dreadful! Tom was so hard. If <I>he</I> had been crying on the +floor, Maggie would have cried too. And there was the dinner, so nice, +and she was so hungry. It was very bitter. +</P> + +<P> +But Tom was not altogether hard. He was not inclined to cry, but he +went and put his head near her and said in a lower, comforting tone,— +</P> + +<P> +"Won't you come, then, Magsie? Shall I bring you a bit o' pudding when +I've had mine, and a custard and things?" +</P> + +<P> +"Ye-e-es," said Maggie, beginning to feel life a little more tolerable. +</P> + +<P> +"Very well," said Tom, going away. But he turned again at the door and +said, "But you'd better come, you know. There's the dessert—nuts, you +know, and cowslip wine." +</P> + +<P> +Slowly she rose from amongst her scattered locks, and slowly she made +her way downstairs. Then she stood leaning with one shoulder against +the frame of the dining-parlour door, peeping in as it stood ajar. She +saw Tom and Lucy with an empty chair between them, and there were the +custards on a side-table. It was too much. She slipped in and went +towards the empty chair. But she had no sooner sat down than she +wished herself back again. +</P> + +<P> +Mrs. Tulliver gave a little scream as she saw her, and felt such a +"turn" that she dropped the large gravy-spoon into the dish, with the +most serious results to the table-cloth. +</P> + +<P> +Mrs. Tulliver's scream made all eyes turn towards the same point as her +own, and Maggie's cheeks and ears began to burn, while Uncle Glegg, a +kind-looking, white-haired old gentleman, said,— +</P> + +<P> +"Heyday! What little gell's this? Why, I don't know her. Is it some +little gell you've picked up in the road, Kezia?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, she's gone and cut her hair herself," said Mr. Tulliver in an +undertone to Mr. Deane, laughing with much enjoyment. "Did you ever +know such a little hussy as it is?" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, little miss, you've made yourself look very funny," said Uncle +Pullet. +</P> + +<P> +"Fie, for shame!" said Aunt Glegg in her loudest tone. "Little gells +as cut their own hair should be whipped, and fed on bread and +water—not come and sit down with their aunts and uncles." +</P> + +<P> +"Ay, ay," said Uncle Glegg playfully "she must be sent to jail, I +think, and they'll cut the rest off there, and make it all even." +</P> + +<P> +"She's more like a gipsy nor ever," said Aunt Pullet in a pitying tone. +"It's very bad luck, sister, as the gell should be so brown; the boy's +fair enough. I doubt it'll stand in her way i' life, to be so brown." +</P> + +<P> +"She's a naughty child, as'll break her mother's heart," said Mrs. +Tulliver, with the tears in her eyes. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh my, Maggie," whispered Tom, "I told you you'd catch it." +</P> + +<P> +The child's heart swelled, and getting up from her chair she ran to her +father, hid her face on his shoulder, and burst out into loud sobbing. +</P> + +<P> +"Come, come, my wench," said her father soothingly, putting his arm +round her, "never mind; you was i' the right to cut it off if it +plagued you. Give over crying; father'll take your part." +</P> + +<P> +"How your husband does spoil that child, Bessy," said Mrs. Glegg in a +loud "aside" to Mrs. Tulliver. "It'll be the ruin of her if you don't +take care. My father niver brought his children up so, else we should +ha' been a different sort o' family to what we are." +</P> + +<P> +Mrs. Tulliver took no notice of her sister's remark, but threw back her +cap-strings and served the pudding in silence. +</P> + +<P> +When the dessert came the children were told they might have their nuts +and wine in the summer-house, since the day was so mild; and they +scampered out among the budding bushes of the garden like small animals +getting from under a burning-glass. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap06"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter VI. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE MAGIC MUSIC. +</H3> + +<P> +The children were to pay an afternoon visit on the following day to +Aunt Pullet at Garum Firs, where they would hear Uncle Pullet's +musical-box. +</P> + +<P> +Already, at twelve o'clock, Mrs. Tulliver had on her visiting costume. +Maggie was frowning, and twisting her shoulders, that she might, if +possible, shrink away from the prickliest of tuckers; while her mother +was saying, "Don't, Maggie, my dear—don't look so ugly!" Tom's cheeks +were looking very red against his best blue suit, in the pockets of +which he had, to his great joy, stowed away all the contents of his +everyday pockets. +</P> + +<P> +As for Lucy, she was just as pretty and neat as she had been yesterday, +and she looked with wondering pity at Maggie pouting and writhing under +the tucker. While waiting for the time to set out, they were allowed +to build card-houses, as a suitable amusement for boys and girls in +their best clothes. +</P> + +<P> +Tom could build splendid houses, but Maggie's would never bear the +laying on of the roof. It was always so with the things that Maggie +made, and Tom said that no girls could ever make anything. +</P> + +<P> +But it happened that Lucy was very clever at building; she handled the +cards so lightly, and moved so gently, that Tom admired her houses as +well as his own—the more readily because she had asked him to teach +her. Maggie, too, would have admired Lucy's houses if Tom had not +laughed when her houses fell, and told her that she was "a stupid." +</P> + +<P> +"Don't laugh at me, Tom!" she burst out angrily. "I'm not a stupid. I +know a great many things you don't." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I dare say, Miss Spitfire! I'd never be such a cross thing as +you—making faces like that. Lucy doesn't do so. I like Lucy better +than you. I wish Lucy was <I>my</I> sister." +</P> + +<P> +"Then it's wicked and cruel of you to wish so," said Maggie, starting +up from her place on the floor and upsetting Tom's wonderful pagoda. +She really did not mean it, but appearances were against her, and Tom +turned white with anger, but said nothing. He would have struck her, +only he knew it was cowardly to strike a girl. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie stood in dismay and terror while Tom got up from the floor and +walked away. Lucy looked on mutely, like a kitten pausing from its +lapping. +</P> + +<P> +"O Tom," said Maggie at last, going half-way towards him, "I didn't +mean to knock it down—indeed, indeed, I didn't." +</P> + +<P> +Tom took no notice of her, but took, instead, two or three hard peas +out of his pocket, and shot them with his thumbnail against the window, +with the object of hitting a bluebottle which was sporting in the +spring sunshine. +</P> + +<P> +Thus the morning had been very sad to Maggie, and when at last they set +out Tom's coldness to her all through their walk spoiled the fresh air +and sunshine for her. He called Lucy to look at the half-built bird's +nest without caring to show it to Maggie, and peeled a willow switch +for Lucy and himself without offering one to Maggie. Lucy had said, +"Maggie, shouldn't <I>you</I> like one?" but Tom was deaf. +</P> + +<P> +Still, the sight of the peacock spreading his tail on the stackyard +wall, just as they reached the aunt's house, was enough to turn the +mind from sadness. And this was only the beginning of beautiful sights +at Garum Firs. +</P> + +<P> +All the farmyard life was wonderful there—bantams, speckled and +top-knotted; Friesland hens, with their feathers all turned the wrong +way; Guinea-fowls that flew and screamed, and dropped their +pretty-spotted feathers; pouter pigeons, and a tame magpie; nay, a +goat, and a wonderful dog, half mastiff, half bull-dog, as large as a +lion! +</P> + +<P> +Uncle Pullet had seen the party from the window, and made haste to +unbar and unchain the front door. Aunt Pullet, too, appeared at the +doorway, and as soon as her sister was within hearing said, "Stop the +children, Bessy; don't let 'em come up the doorsteps. Sally's bringing +the old mat and the duster to rub their shoes." +</P> + +<P> +"You must come with me into the best room," she went on as soon as her +guests had passed the portal. +</P> + +<P> +"May the children come too, sister?" inquired Mrs. Tulliver, who saw +that Maggie and Lucy were looking rather eager. +</P> + +<P> +"Well," said Aunt Pullet, "it'll perhaps be safer for the girls to +come; they'll be touching something if we leave 'em behind." +</P> + +<P> +When they all came down again Uncle Pullet said that he reckoned the +missis had been showing her bonnet—that was what had made them so long +upstairs. +</P> + +<P> +Meanwhile Tom had spent the time on the edge of the sofa directly +opposite his Uncle Pullet, who looked at him with twinkling gray eyes +and spoke to him as "young sir." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, young sir, what do you learn at school?" was the usual question +with Uncle Pullet; whereupon Tom always looked sheepish, rubbed his +hand across his face, and answered, "I don't know." +</P> + +<P> +The appearance of the little girls made Uncle Pullet think of some +small sweetcakes, of which he kept a stock under lock and key for his +own private eating on wet days; but the three children had no sooner +got them between their fingers than Aunt Pullet desired them to abstain +from eating till the tray and the plates came, since with those crisp +cakes they would make the floor "all over" crumbs. +</P> + +<P> +Lucy didn't mind that much, for the cake was so pretty she thought it +was rather a pity to eat it; but Tom, watching his chance while the +elders were talking, hastily stowed his own cake in his mouth at two +bites. As for Maggie, she presently let fall her cake, and by an +unlucky movement crushed it beneath her foot—a source of such disgrace +to her that she began to despair of hearing the musical snuff-box +to-day, till it occurred to her that Lucy was in high favour enough to +venture on asking for a tune. +</P> + +<P> +So she whispered to Lucy, and Lucy, who always did what she was asked +to do, went up quietly to her uncle's knee, and, blushing all over her +neck while she fingered her necklace, said, "Will you please play us a +tune, uncle?" But Uncle Pullet never gave a too ready consent. "We'll +see about it," was the answer he always gave, waiting till a suitable +number of minutes had passed. +</P> + +<P> +Perhaps the waiting increased Maggie's enjoyment when the tune began. +For the first time she quite forgot that she had a load on her +mind—that Tom was angry with her; and by the time "Hush, ye pretty +warbling choir" had been played, her face wore that bright look of +happiness, while she sat still with her hands clasped, which sometimes +comforted her mother that Maggie could look pretty now and then, in +spite of her brown skin. But when the magic music ceased, she jumped +up, and running towards Tom, put her arm round his neck and said, "O +Tom, isn't it pretty?" +</P> + +<P> +Now Tom had his glass of cowslip wine in his hand, and Maggie jerked +him so as to make him spill half of it. He would have been an extreme +milksop if he had not said angrily, "Look there, now!" +</P> + +<P> +"Why don't you sit still, Maggie?" her mother said peevishly. +</P> + +<P> +"Little gells mustn't come to see me if they behave in that way," said +Aunt Pullet. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, you're too rough, little miss," said Uncle Pullet. +</P> + +<P> +Poor Maggie sat down again, with the music all chased out of her soul. +</P> + +<P> +Mrs. Tulliver wisely took an early opportunity of suggesting that, now +they were rested after their walk, the children might go and play out +of doors; and Aunt Pullet gave them leave, only telling them not to go +off the paved walks in the garden, and if they wanted to see the +poultry fed, to view them from a distance on the horse-block. +</P> + +<P> +For a long time after the children had gone out the elders sat deep in +talk about family matters, till at last Mrs. Pullet, observing that it +was tea-time, turned to reach from a drawer a fine damask napkin, which +she pinned before her in the fashion of an apron. Then the door was +thrown open; but instead of the tea-tray, Sally brought in an object so +startling that both Mrs. Pullet and Mrs. Tulliver gave a scream, +causing Uncle Pullet to swallow a lozenge he was sucking—for the fifth +time in his life, as he afterwards noted. +</P> + +<P> +The startling object was no other than little Lucy, with one side of +her person, from her small foot to her bonnet-crown, wet and +discoloured with mud, holding out two tiny blackened hands, and making +a very piteous face. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap07"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter VII. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +MAGGIE IS VERY NAUGHTY. +</H3> + +<P> +As soon as the children reached the open air Tom said, "Here, Lucy, you +come along with me," and walked off to the place where the toads were, +as if there were no Maggie in existence. Lucy was naturally pleased +that Cousin Tom was so good to her, and it was very amusing to see him +tickling a fat toad with a piece of string, when the toad was safe down +the area, with an iron grating over him. +</P> + +<P> +Still Lucy wished Maggie to enjoy the sight also, especially as she +would doubtless find a name for the toad, and say what had been his +past history; for Lucy loved Maggie's stories about the live things +they came upon by accident—how Mrs. Earwig had a wash at home, and one +of her children had fallen into the hot copper, for which reason she +was running so fast to fetch the doctor. So now the desire to know the +history of a very portly toad made her run back to Maggie and say, "Oh, +there is such a big, funny toad, Maggie! Do come and see." +</P> + +<P> +Maggie said nothing, but turned away from her with a deep frown. She +was actually beginning to think that she should like to make Lucy cry, +by slapping or pinching her, especially as it might vex Tom, whom it +was of no use to slap, even if she dared, because he didn't mind it. +And if Lucy hadn't been there, Maggie was sure he would have made +friends with her sooner. +</P> + +<P> +Tickling a fat toad is an amusement that does not last, and Tom +by-and-by began to look round for some other mode of passing the time. +But in so prim a garden, where they were not to go off the paved walks, +there was not a great choice of sport. +</P> + +<P> +"I say, Lucy," he began, nodding his head up and down, as he coiled up +his string again, "what do you think I mean to do?" +</P> + +<P> +"What, Tom?" said Lucy. +</P> + +<P> +"I mean to go to the pond and look at the pike. You may go with me if +you like." +</P> + +<P> +"O Tom, dare you?" said Lucy. "Aunt said we mustn't go out of the +garden." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I shall go out at the other end of the garden," said Tom. "Nobody +'ull see us. Besides, I don't care if they do; I'll run off home." +</P> + +<P> +"But I couldn't run," said Lucy. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, never mind; they won't be cross with you," said Tom. "You say I +took you." +</P> + +<P> +Tom walked along, and Lucy trotted by his side. Maggie saw them +leaving the garden, and could not resist the impulse to follow. She +kept a few yards behind them unseen by Tom, who was watching for the +pike—a highly interesting monster; he was said to be so very old, so +very large, and to have such a great appetite. +</P> + +<P> +"Here, Lucy," he said in a loud whisper, "come here." +</P> + +<P> +Lucy came carefully as she was bidden, and bent down to look at what +seemed a golden arrow-head darting through the water. It was a +water-snake, Tom told her; and Lucy at last could see the wave of its +body, wondering very much that a snake could swim. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie had drawn nearer and nearer; she must see it too, though it was +bitter to her, like everything else, since Tom did not care about her +seeing it. At last she was close by Lucy, and Tom turned round and +said,— +</P> + +<P> +"Now, get away, Maggie. There's no room for you on the grass here. +Nobody asked <I>you</I> to come." +</P> + +<P> +Then Maggie, with a fierce thrust of her small brown arm, pushed poor +little pink-and-white Lucy into the cow-trodden mud. +</P> + +<P> +Tom could not restrain himself, and gave Maggie two smart slaps on the +arm as he ran to pick up Lucy, who lay crying helplessly. Maggie +retreated to the roots of a tree a few yards off, and looked on. Why +should she be sorry? Tom was very slow to forgive <I>her</I>, however sorry +she might have been. +</P> + +<P> +"I shall tell mother, you know, Miss Mag," said Tom, as soon as Lucy +was up and ready to walk away. It was not Tom's practice to "tell," +but here justice clearly demanded that Maggie should be visited with +the utmost punishment. +</P> + +<P> +"Sally," said Tom, when they reached the kitchen door—"Sally, tell +mother it was Maggie pushed Lucy into the mud." +</P> + +<P> +Sally, as we have seen, lost no time in presenting Lucy at the parlour +door. +</P> + +<P> +"Goodness gracious!" Aunt Pullet exclaimed, after giving a scream; +"keep her at the door, Sally! Don't bring her off the oilcloth, +whatever you do." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, she's tumbled into some nasty mud," said Mrs. Tulliver, going up +to Lucy. +</P> + +<P> +"If you please, 'um, it was Miss Maggie as pushed her in," said Sally. +"Master Tom's been and said so; and they must ha' been to the pond, for +it's only there they could ha' got into such dirt." +</P> + +<P> +"There it is, Bessy; it's what I've been telling you," said Mrs. +Pullet. "It's your children; there's no knowing what they'll come to." +</P> + +<P> +Mrs. Tulliver went out to speak to these naughty children, supposing +them to be close at hand; but it was not until after some search that +she found Tom leaning with rather a careless air against the white +paling of the poultry-yard, and lowering his piece of string on the +other side as a means of teasing the turkey-cock. +</P> + +<P> +"Tom, you naughty boy, where's your sister?" said Mrs. Tulliver in a +distressed voice. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know," said Tom. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, where did you leave her?" said his mother, looking round. +</P> + +<P> +"Sitting under the tree against the pond," said Tom. +</P> + +<P> +"Then go and fetch her in this minute, you naughty boy. And how could +you think o' going to the pond, and taking your sister where there was +dirt? You know she'll do mischief, if there's mischief to be done." +</P> + +<P> +The idea of Maggie sitting alone by the pond roused a fear in Mrs. +Tulliver's mind, and she mounted the horse-block to satisfy herself by +a sight of that fatal child, while Tom walked—not very quickly—on his +way towards her. +</P> + +<P> +"They're such children for the water, mine are," she said aloud, +without reflecting that there was no one to hear her; "they'll be +brought in dead and drownded some day. I wish that river was far +enough." +</P> + +<P> +But when she not only failed to see Maggie, but presently saw Tom +returning from the pond alone, she hurried to meet him. +</P> + +<P> +"Maggie's nowhere about the pond, mother," said Tom; "she's gone away." +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap08"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter VIII. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +MAGGIE AND THE GIPSIES. +</H3> + +<P> +After Tom and Lucy had walked away, Maggie's quick mind formed a plan +which was not so simple as that of going home. No; she would run away +and go to the gipsies, and Tom should never see her any more. She had +been often told she was like a gipsy, and "half wild;" so now she would +go and live in a little brown tent on the common. +</P> + +<P> +The gipsies, she considered, would gladly receive her, and pay her much +respect on account of her superior knowledge. She had once mentioned +her views on this point to Tom, and suggested that he should stain his +face brown, and they should run away together; but Tom rejected the +scheme with contempt, observing that gipsies were thieves, and hardly +got anything to eat, and had nothing to drive but a donkey. To-day, +however, Maggie thought her misery had reached a pitch at which +gipsydom was her only refuge, and she rose from her seat on the roots +of the tree with the sense that this was a great crisis in her life. +</P> + +<P> +She would run straight away till she came to Dunlow Common, where there +would certainly be gipsies; and cruel Tom, and the rest of her +relations who found fault with her, should never see her any more. She +thought of her father as she ran along, but made up her mind that she +would secretly send him a letter by a small gipsy, who would run away +without telling where she was, and just let him know that she was well +and happy, and always loved him very much. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie soon got out of breath with running, but by the time that Tom +got to the pond again she was at the distance of three long fields, and +was on the edge of the lane leading to the highroad. +</P> + +<P> +She presently passed through the gate into the lane, and she was soon +aware, not without trembling, that there were two men coming along the +lane in front of her. +</P> + +<P> +She had not thought of meeting strangers; and, to her surprise, while +she was dreading their scolding as a runaway, one of the men stopped, +and in a half-whining, half-coaxing tone asked her if she had a copper +to give a poor fellow. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie had a sixpence in her pocket—her Uncle Glegg's present—which +she drew out and gave this "poor fellow" with a polite smile. "That's +the only money I've got," she said. "Thank you, little miss," said the +man in a less grateful tone than Maggie expected, and she even saw that +he smiled and winked at his companion. +</P> + +<P> +She now went on, and turning through the first gate that was not +locked, crept along by the hedgerows. She was used to wandering about +the fields by herself, and was less timid there than on the highroad. +Sometimes she had to climb over high gates, but that was a small evil; +she was getting out of reach very fast, and she should probably soon +come within sight of Dunlow Common. She hoped so, for she was getting +rather tired and hungry. It was still broad daylight, yet it seemed to +her that she had been walking a very great distance indeed, and it was +really surprising that the common did not come in sight. +</P> + +<P> +At last, however, the green fields came to an end, and Maggie found +herself looking through the bars of a gate into a lane with a wide +margin of grass on each side of it. She crept through the bars of the +gate and walked on with a new spirit, and at the next bend in the lane +Maggie actually saw the little black tent with the blue smoke rising +before it which was to be her refuge. She even saw a tall female +figure by the column of smoke—doubtless the gipsy-mother, who provided +the tea and other groceries; it was astonishing to herself that she did +not feel more delighted. But it was startling to find the gipsies in a +lane after all, and not on a common—indeed, it was rather +disappointing; for a mysterious common, where there were sand-pits to +hide in, and one was out of everybody's reach, had always made part of +Maggie's picture of gipsy life. +</P> + +<P> +She went on, however, and before long a tall figure, who proved to be a +young woman with a baby on her arm, walked slowly to meet her. Maggie +looked up in the new face and thought that her Aunt Pullet and the rest +were right when they called her a gipsy; for this face, with the bright +dark eyes and the long hair, was really something like what she used to +see in her own glass before she cut her hair off. +</P> + +<P> +"My little lady, where are you going to?" the gipsy said. +</P> + +<P> +It was delightful, and just what Maggie expected—the gipsy saw at once +that she was a little lady. +</P> + +<P> +"Not any farther," said Maggie. "I'm come to stay with you, please." +</P> + +<P> +"That's pritty; come, then. Why, what a nice little lady you are, to +be sure!" said the gipsy, taking her by the hand. Maggie thought her +very nice, but wished she had not been so dirty. +</P> + +<P> +There was quite a group round the fire when they reached it. An old +gipsy-woman was seated on the ground nursing her knees, and poking a +skewer into the round kettle that sent forth an odorous steam; two +small, shock-headed children were lying down resting on their elbows; +and a donkey was bending his head over a tall girl, who, lying on her +back, was scratching his nose and feeding him with a bite of excellent +stolen hay. +</P> + +<P> +The slanting sunlight fell kindly upon them, and the scene was really +very pretty and comfortable, Maggie thought, only she hoped they would +soon set out the tea-cups. It was a little confusing, though, that the +young woman began to speak to the old one in a language which Maggie +did not understand, while the tall girl who was feeding the donkey sat +up and stared at her. At last the old woman said,— +</P> + +<P> +"What, my pretty lady, are you come to stay with us? Sit ye down, and +tell us where you come from." +</P> + +<A NAME="img-080"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-080.jpg" ALT=""My pretty lady, are you come to stay with us?"" BORDER="2" WIDTH="492" HEIGHT="681"> +<H4 CLASS="h4center" STYLE="width: 492px"> +"My pretty lady, are you come to stay with us?" +</H4> +</CENTER> + +<P> +It was just like a story. Maggie liked to be called pretty lady and +treated in this way. She sat down and said,— +</P> + +<P> +"I'm come from home because I'm unhappy, and I mean to be a gipsy. +I'll live with you, if you like, and I can teach you a great many +things." +</P> + +<P> +"Such a clever little lady," said the woman with the baby, sitting down +by Maggie, and allowing baby to crawl; "and such a pritty bonnet and +frock," she added, taking off Maggie's bonnet and looking at it while +she spoke to the old woman in the unknown language. The tall girl +snatched the bonnet and put it on her own head hind-foremost with a +grin; but Maggie was determined not to show that she cared about her +bonnet. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't want to wear a bonnet," she said; "I'd rather wear a red +handkerchief, like yours" (looking at her friend by her side). "My +hair was quite long till yesterday, when I cut it off; but I dare say +it will grow again very soon." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, what a nice little lady!—and rich, I'm sure," said the old woman. +"Didn't you live in a beautiful house at home?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, my home is pretty, and I'm very fond of the river, where we go +fishing; but I'm often very unhappy. I should have liked to bring my +books with me, but I came away in a hurry, you know. But I can tell +you almost everything there is in my books, I've read them so many +times, and that will amuse you. And I can tell you something about +geography too—that's about the world we live in—very useful and +interesting. Did you ever hear about Columbus?" +</P> + +<P> +"Is that where you live, my little lady?" said the old woman at the +mention of Columbus. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh no!" said Maggie, with some pity. "Columbus was a very wonderful +man, who found out half the world; and they put chains on him and +treated him very badly, you know—but perhaps it's rather too long to +tell before tea. <I>I want my tea so</I>." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, she's hungry, poor little lady," said the younger woman. "Give +her some o' the cold victual.—You've been walking a good way, I'll be +bound, my dear. Where's your home?" +</P> + +<P> +"It's Dorlcote Mill—a good way off," said Maggie. "My father is Mr. +Tulliver; but we mustn't let him know where I am, else he'll fetch me +home again. Where does the queen of the gipsies live?" +</P> + +<P> +"What! do you want to go to her, my little lady?" said the younger +woman. +</P> + +<P> +"No," said Maggie; "I'm only thinking that if she isn't a very good +queen you might be glad when she died, and you could choose another. +If I was a queen, I'd be a very good queen, and kind to everybody." +</P> + +<P> +"Here's a bit o' nice victual, then," said the old woman, handing to +Maggie a lump of dry bread, which she had taken from a bag of scraps, +and a piece of cold bacon. +</P> + +<P> +"Thank you," said Maggie, looking at the food without taking it; "but +will you give me some bread and butter and tea instead? I don't like +bacon." +</P> + +<P> +"We've got no tea nor butter," said the old woman with something like a +scowl. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, a little bread and treacle would do," said Maggie. +</P> + +<P> +"We han't got no treacle," said the old woman crossly. +</P> + +<P> +Meanwhile the tall girl gave a shrill cry, and presently there came +running up a rough urchin about the age of Tom. He stared at Maggie, +and she felt very lonely, and was quite sure she should begin to cry +before long. But the springing tears were checked when two rough men +came up, while a black cur ran barking up to Maggie, and threw her into +a tremor of fear. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie felt that it was impossible she should ever be queen of <I>these</I> +people. +</P> + +<P> +"This nice little lady's come to live with us," said the young woman. +"Aren't you glad?" +</P> + +<P> +"Ay, very glad," said the younger man, who was soon examining Maggie's +silver thimble and other small matters that had been taken from her +pocket. He returned them all except the thimble to the younger woman, +and she immediately restored them to Maggie's pocket, while the men +seated themselves, and began to attack the contents of the kettle—a +stew of meat and potatoes—which had been taken off the fire and turned +out into a yellow platter. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap09"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter IX. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE GIPSY QUEEN ABDICATES. +</H3> + +<P> +Maggie began to think that Tom must be right about the gipsies: they +must certainly be thieves, unless the man meant to return her thimble +by-and-by. All thieves, except Robin Hood, were wicked people. +</P> + +<P> +The women now saw she was frightened. +</P> + +<P> +"We've got nothing nice for a lady to eat," said the old woman, in her +coaxing tone. "And she's so hungry, sweet little lady!" +</P> + +<P> +"Here, my dear, try if you can eat a bit o' this," said the younger +woman, handing some of the stew on a brown dish with an iron spoon to +Maggie, who dared not refuse it, though fear had chased away her +appetite. If her father would but come by in the gig and take her up! +Or even if Jack the Giantkiller, or Mr. Greatheart, or St. George who +slew the dragon on the half-pennies, would happen to pass that way! +</P> + +<P> +"What! you don't like the smell of it, my dear," said the young woman, +observing that Maggie did not even take a spoonful of the stew. "Try a +bit—come." +</P> + +<P> +"No, thank you," said Maggie, trying to smile in a friendly way. "I +haven't time, I think—it seems getting darker. I think I must go home +now, and come again another day, and then I can bring you a basket with +some jam-tarts and things." +</P> + +<P> +Maggie rose from her seat, when the old gipsy-woman said, "Stop a bit, +stop a bit, little lady; we'll take you home all safe when we've done +supper. You shall ride home like a lady." +</P> + +<P> +Maggie sat down again, with little faith in this promise, though she +presently saw the tall girl putting a bridle on the donkey and throwing +a couple of bags on his back. +</P> + +<P> +"Now, then, little missis," said the younger man, rising and leading +the donkey forward, "tell us where you live. What's the name o' the +place?" +</P> + +<P> +"Dorlcote Mill is my home," said Maggie eagerly. "My father is Mr. +Tulliver; he lives there." +</P> + +<P> +"What! a big mill a little way this side o' St. Ogg's?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," said Maggie. "Is it far off? I think I should like to walk +there, if you please." +</P> + +<P> +"No, no, it'll be getting dark; we must make haste. And the donkey'll +carry you as nice as can be—you'll see." +</P> + +<P> +He lifted Maggie as he spoke, and set her on the donkey. +</P> + +<P> +"Here's your pretty bonnet," said the younger woman, putting it on +Maggie's head. "And you'll say we've been very good to you, won't you, +and what a nice little lady we said you was?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes, thank you," said Maggie; "I'm very much obliged to you. But I +wish you'd go with me too." +</P> + +<P> +"Ah, you're fondest o' me, aren't you?" said the woman. "But I can't +go; you'll go too fast for me." +</P> + +<P> +It now appeared that the man also was to be seated on the donkey, +holding Maggie before him, and no nightmare had ever seemed to her more +horrible. When the woman had patted her on the back, and said +"good-bye," the donkey, at a strong hint from the man's stick, set off +at a rapid walk along the lane towards the point Maggie had come from +an hour ago. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie was completely terrified at this ride on a short-paced donkey, +with a gipsy behind her, who considered that he was earning half a +crown. Two low thatched cottages—the only houses they passed in this +lane—seemed to add to the dreariness. They had no windows to speak +of, and the doors were closed. It was probable that they were +inhabited by witches, and it was a relief to find that the donkey did +not stop there. +</P> + +<P> +At last—oh, sight of joy!—this lane, the longest in the world, was +coming to an end, and was opening on a broad highroad, where there was +actually a coach passing! And there was a finger-post at the corner. +She had surely seen that finger-post before—"To St. Ogg's, 2 miles." +</P> + +<P> +The gipsy really meant to take her home, then. He was probably a good +man after all, and might have been rather hurt at the thought that she +didn't like coming with him alone. This idea became stronger as she +felt more and more certain that she knew the road quite well, when, as +they reached a cross-road, Maggie caught sight of some one coming on a +horse which seemed familiar to her. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, stop, stop!" she cried out. "There's my father!—O father, +father!" +</P> + +<P> +The sudden joy was almost painful, and before her father reached her +she was sobbing. Great was Mr. Tulliver's wonder, for he had been +paying a visit to a married sister, and had not yet been home. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, what's the meaning o' this?" he said, checking his horse, while +Maggie slipped from the donkey and ran to her father's stirrup. +</P> + +<P> +"The little miss lost herself, I reckon," said the gipsy. "She'd come +to our tent at the far end o' Dunlow Lane, and I was bringing her where +she said her home was. It's a good way to come arter being on the +tramp all day." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes, father, he's been very good to bring me home," said Maggie—"a +very kind, good man!" +</P> + +<P> +"Here, then, my man," said Mr. Tulliver, taking out five shillings. +"It's the best day's work you ever did. I couldn't afford to lose the +little wench. Here, lift her up before me." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, Maggie, how's this, how's this?" he said, as they rode along, +while she laid her head against her father and sobbed. "How came you +to be rambling about and lose yourself?" +</P> + +<P> +"O father," sobbed Maggie, "I ran away because I was so unhappy—Tom +was so angry with me. I couldn't bear it." +</P> + +<P> +"Pooh, pooh!" said Mr. Tulliver soothingly; "you mustn't think o' +running away from father. What 'ud father do without his little wench?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh no, I never will again, father—never." +</P> + +<P> +Mr. Tulliver spoke his mind very strongly when he reached home that +evening, and Maggie never heard one reproach from her mother, or one +taunt from Tom, about running away to be queen of the gipsies. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap10"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter X. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +TOM AT SCHOOL. +</H3> + +<P> +In due time Tom found himself at King's Lorton, under the care of the +Rev. Walter Stelling, a big, broad-chested man, not yet thirty, with +fair hair standing erect, large light-gray eyes, and a deep bass voice. +</P> + +<P> +The schoolmaster had made up his mind to bring Tom on very quickly +during the first half-year; but Tom did not greatly enjoy the process, +though he made good progress in a very short time. +</P> + +<P> +The boy was, however, very lonely, and longed for playfellows. In his +secret heart he yearned to have Maggie with him; though, when he was at +home, he always made it out to be a great favour on his part to let +Maggie trot by his side on his pleasure excursions. +</P> + +<P> +And before this dreary half-year was ended Maggie actually came. Mrs. +Stelling had given a general invitation for the little girl to come and +stay with her brother; so when Mr. Tulliver drove over to King's Lorton +late in October, Maggie came too. It was Mr. Tulliver's first visit to +see Tom, for the lad must learn, he had said, not to think too much +about home. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, my lad," the miller said to Tom, when Mr. Stelling had left the +room, and Maggie had begun to kiss Tom freely, "you look rarely. +School agrees with you." +</P> + +<P> +Tom wished he had looked rather ill. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't think I am well, father," said Tom; "I wish you'd ask Mr. +Stelling not to let me do Euclid; it brings on the tooth-ache, I think." +</P> + +<P> +"Euclid, my lad. Why, what's that?" said Mr. Tulliver. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I don't know. It's definitions, and axioms, and triangles, and +things. It's a book I've got to learn in; there's no sense in it." +</P> + +<P> +"Go, go!" said Mr. Tulliver; "you mustn't say so. You must learn what +your master tells you. He knows what it's right for you to learn." +</P> + +<P> +"I'll help you now, Tom," said Maggie. "I'm come to stay ever so long, +if Mrs. Stelling asks me. I've brought my box and my +pinafores—haven't I, father?" +</P> + +<P> +"<I>You</I> help me, you silly little thing!" said Tom. "I should like to +see <I>you</I> doing one of my lessons! Why, I learn Latin too! Girls +never learn such things; they're too silly." +</P> + +<P> +"I know what Latin is very well," said Maggie confidently. "Latin's a +language. There are Latin words in the dictionary. There's <I>bonus</I>, a +gift." +</P> + +<P> +"Now you're just wrong there, Miss Maggie!" said Tom. "You think +you're very wise. But <I>bonus</I> means 'good,' as it happens—<I>bonus, +bona, bonum</I>." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, that's no reason why it shouldn't mean 'gift,'" said Maggie +stoutly. "It may mean several things—almost every word does. There's +'lawn'—it means the grass-plot, as well as the stuff handkerchiefs are +made of." +</P> + +<P> +"Well done, little un," said Mr. Tulliver, laughing, while Tom felt +rather disgusted. +</P> + +<P> +Mrs. Stelling did not mention a longer time than a week for Maggie's +stay, but Mr. Stelling said that she must stay a fortnight. +</P> + +<P> +"Now, then, come with me into the study, Maggie," said Tom, as their +father drove away. "What do you shake and toss your head now for, you +silly? It makes you look as if you were crazy." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I can't help it," said Maggie. "Don't tease me, Tom. Oh, what +books!" she exclaimed, as she saw the bookcases in the study. "How I +should like to have as many books as that!" +</P> + +<P> +"Why, you couldn't read one of 'em," said Tom triumphantly. "They're +all Latin." +</P> + +<P> +"No, they aren't," said Maggie. "I can read the back of this—<I>History +of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire</I>." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, what does that mean? You don't know," said Tom, wagging his +head. +</P> + +<P> +"But I could soon find out," said Maggie. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, how?" +</P> + +<P> +"I should look inside, and see what it was about." +</P> + +<P> +"You'd better not, Miss Maggie," said Tom, seeing her hand on the +volume. "Mr. Stelling lets nobody touch his books without leave, and I +shall catch it if you take it out." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, very well! Let me see all your books, then," said Maggie, turning +to throw her arms round Tom's neck, and rub his cheek with her small +round nose. +</P> + +<P> +Tom, in the gladness of his heart at having dear old Maggie to dispute +with and crow over again, seized her round the waist, and began to jump +with her round the large library table. Away they jumped with more and +more vigour, till at last, reaching Mr. Stelling's reading-stand, they +sent it thundering down with its heavy books to the floor. Tom stood +dizzy and aghast for a few minutes, dreading the appearance of Mr. or +Mrs. Stelling. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I say, Maggie," said Tom at last, lifting up the stand, "we must +keep quiet here, you know. If we break anything, Mrs. Stelling'll make +us cry <I>peccavi</I>." +</P> + +<P> +"What's that?" said Maggie. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, it's the Latin for a good scolding," said Tom. +</P> + +<P> +"Is she a cross woman?" said Maggie. +</P> + +<P> +"I believe you!" said Tom, with a nod. +</P> + +<P> +"I think all women are crosser than men," said Maggie. "Aunt Glegg's a +great deal crosser than Uncle Glegg, and mother scolds me more than +father does." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, you'll be a woman some day," said Tom, "so you needn't talk." +</P> + +<P> +"But I shall be a clever woman," said Maggie, with a toss. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I dare say, and a nasty, conceited thing. Everybody'll hate you." +</P> + +<P> +"But <I>you</I> oughtn't to hate me, Tom. It'll be very wicked of you, for +I shall be your sister." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes; but if you're a nasty, disagreeable thing, I shall hate you." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh but, Tom, you won't! I shan't be disagreeable. I shall be very +good to you, and I shall be good to everybody. You won't hate me +really, will you, Tom?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, bother, never mind! Come, it's time for me to learn my lessons. +See here what I've got to do," Tom went on, drawing Maggie towards him, +and showing her his theorem, while she pushed her hair behind her ears, +and prepared herself to help him in Euclid. +</P> + +<P> +"It's nonsense!" she said, after a few moments reading, "and very ugly +stuff; nobody need want to make it out." +</P> + +<P> +"Ah, there now, Miss Maggie!" said Tom, drawing the book away and +wagging his head at her; "you see you're not so clever as you thought +you were." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh," said Maggie, pouting, "I dare say I could make it out if I'd +learned what goes before, as you have." +</P> + +<P> +"But that's what you just couldn't, Miss Wisdom," said Tom. "For it's +all the harder when you know what goes before. But get along with you +now; I must go on with this. Here's the Latin Grammar. See what you +can make of that." +</P> + +<P> +Maggie found the Latin Grammar quite soothing, for she delighted in new +words, and quickly found that there was an English Key at the end, +which would make her very wise about Latin at slight expense. +</P> + +<P> +After a short period of silence Tom called out,— +</P> + +<P> +"Now, then, Magsie, give us the Grammar!" +</P> + +<P> +"O Tom, it's such a pretty book!" she said, as she jumped out of the +large armchair to give it him. "I could learn Latin very soon. I +don't think it's at all hard." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I know what you've been doing," said Tom; "you've been reading the +English at the end. Any donkey can do that. Here, come and hear if I +can say this. Stand at that end of the table." +</P> + +<A NAME="img-112"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-112.jpg" ALT=""Here, Magsie, come and hear if I can say this."" BORDER="2" WIDTH="507" HEIGHT="621"> +<H4 CLASS="h4center" STYLE="width: 507px"> +"Here, Magsie, come and hear if I can say this." +</H4> +</CENTER> + +<P> +Maggie obeyed, and took the open book. +</P> + +<P> +"Where do you begin, Tom?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I begin at '<I>Appellativa arborum</I>,' because I say all over again +what I've been learning this week." +</P> + +<P> +Tom sailed along pretty well for three lines, and then he stuck fast. +</P> + +<P> +"There, you needn't laugh at me, Tom, for you didn't remember it at +all, you see." +</P> + +<P> +"Phee-e-e-h! I told you girls couldn't learn Latin." +</P> + +<P> +"Very well, then," said Maggie, pouting. "I can say it as well as you +can. And you don't mind your stops. For you ought to stop twice as +long at a semicolon as you do at a comma, and you make the longest +stops where there ought to be no stops at all." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, well, don't chatter. Let me go on." +</P> + +<P> +It was a very happy fortnight to Maggie, this visit to Tom. She was +allowed to be in the study while he had his lessons, and in time got +very deep into the examples in the Latin Grammar. +</P> + +<P> +Mr. Stelling liked her prattle immensely, and they were on the best of +terms. She told Tom she should like to go to school to Mr. Stelling, +as he did, and learn just the same things. She knew she could do +Euclid, for she had looked into it again, and she saw what ABC +meant—they were the names of the lines. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm sure you couldn't do it, now," said Tom, "and I'll just ask Mr. +Stelling if you could." +</P> + +<P> +"I don't mind," said she. "I'll ask him myself." +</P> + +<P> +"Mr. Stelling," she said, that same evening when they were in the +drawing-room, "couldn't I do Euclid, and all Tom's lessons, if you were +to teach me instead of him?" +</P> + +<P> +"No, you couldn't," said Tom indignantly. "Girls can't do Euclid—can +they, sir?" +</P> + +<P> +"They can pick up a little of everything, I dare say," said Mr. +Stelling; "but they couldn't go far into anything. They're quick and +shallow." +</P> + +<P> +Tom, delighted with this, wagged his head at Maggie behind Mr. +Stelling's chair. As for Maggie, she had hardly ever been so angry. +She had been so proud to be called "quick" all her little life, and now +it appeared that this quickness showed what a poor creature she was. +It would have been better to be slow, like Tom. +</P> + +<P> +"Ha, ha, Miss Maggie!" said Tom, when they were alone; "you see it's +not such a fine thing to be quick. You'll never go far into anything, +you know." +</P> + +<P> +And Maggie had no spirit for a retort. +</P> + +<P> +But when she was fetched away in the gig by Luke, and the study was +once more quite lonely for Tom, he missed her grievously. +</P> + +<P> +Still, the dreary half-year did come to an end at last. How glad Tom +was to see the last yellow leaves fluttering before the cold wind! The +dark afternoons, and the first December snow, seemed to him far +livelier than the August sunshine; and that he might make himself the +surer about the flight of the days that were carrying him homeward, he +stuck twenty-one sticks deep in a corner of the garden, when he was +three weeks from the holidays, and pulled one up every day with a great +wrench, throwing it to a distance. +</P> + +<P> +But it was worth buying, even at the heavy price of the Latin +Grammar—the happiness of seeing the bright light in the parlour at +home as the gig passed over the snow-covered bridge—the happiness of +passing from the cold air to the warmth, and the kisses, and the smiles +of home. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap11"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter XI. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE NEW SCHOOLFELLOW. +</H3> + +<P> +"Father," said Tom one evening near the end of the holidays, "Uncle +Glegg says Lawyer Wakem is going to send his son to Mr. Stelling. You +won't like me to go to school with Wakem's son, will you, father?" +</P> + +<P> +"It's no matter for that, my boy," said Mr. Tulliver; "don't you learn +anything bad of him, that's all. The lad's a poor deformed creatur. +It's a sign Wakem thinks high o' Mr. Stelling, as he sends his son to +him, and Wakem knows meal from bran, lawyer and rascal though he is." +</P> + +<P> +It was a cold, wet January day on which Tom went back to school. If he +had not carried in his pocket a parcel of sugar-candy, there would have +been no ray of pleasure to enliven the gloom. +</P> + +<P> +"Well, Tulliver, we're glad to see you again," said Mr. Stelling +heartily, on his arrival. "Take off your wrappings and come into the +study till dinner. You'll find a bright fire there, and a new +companion." +</P> + +<P> +Tom felt in an uncomfortable flutter as he took off his woollen +comforter and other wrappings. He had seen Philip Wakem at St. Ogg's, +but had always turned his eyes away from him as quickly as possible, +for he knew that for several reasons his father hated the Wakem family +with all his heart. +</P> + +<P> +"Here is a new companion for you to shake hands with, Tulliver," said +Mr. Stelling on entering the study—"Master Philip Wakem. You already +know something of each other, I imagine, for you are neighbours at +home." +</P> + +<P> +Tom looked confused, while Philip rose and glanced at him timidly. Tom +did not like to go up and put out his hand, and he was not prepared to +say, "How do you do?" on so short a notice. +</P> + +<P> +Mr. Stelling wisely turned away, and closed the door behind him. He +knew that boys' shyness only wears off in the absence of their elders. +</P> + +<P> +Philip was at once too proud and too timid to walk towards Tom. He +thought, or rather felt, that Tom did not like to look at him. So they +remained without shaking hands or even speaking, while Tom went to the +fire and warmed himself, every now and then casting glances at Philip, +who seemed to be drawing absently first one object and then another on +a piece of paper he had before him. What was he drawing? wondered Tom, +after a spell of silence. He was quite warm now, and wanted something +new to be going forward. Suddenly he walked across the hearth, and +looked over Philip's paper. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, that's a donkey with panniers, and a spaniel, and partridges in +the corn!" he exclaimed. "Oh, my buttons! I wish I could draw like +that. I'm to learn drawing this half. I wonder if I shall learn to +make dogs and donkeys!" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, you can do them without learning," said Philip; "I never learned +drawing." +</P> + +<P> +"Never learned?" said Tom, in amazement. "Why, when I make dogs and +horses, and those things, the heads and the legs won't come right, +though I can see how they ought to be very well. I can make houses, +and all sorts of chimneys—chimneys going all down the wall, and +windows in the roof, and all that. But I dare say I could do dogs and +horses if I was to try more," he added. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes," said Philip, "it's very easy. You've only to look well at +things, and draw them over and over again. What you do wrong once, you +can alter the next time." +</P> + +<P> +"But haven't you been taught anything?" said Tom. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," said Philip, smiling; "I've been taught Latin, and Greek, and +mathematics, and writing, and such things." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, but, I say, you don't like Latin, though, do you?" said Tom. +</P> + +<P> +"Pretty well; I don't care much about it," said Philip. "But I've done +with the grammar," he added. "I don't learn that any more." +</P> + +<P> +"Then you won't have the same lessons as I shall?" said Tom, with a +sense of disappointment. +</P> + +<P> +"No; but I dare say I can help you. I shall be very glad to help you +if I can." +</P> + +<P> +Tom did not say "Thank you," for he was quite absorbed in the thought +that Wakem's son did not seem so spiteful a fellow as might have been +expected. +</P> + +<P> +"I say," he said presently, "do you love your father?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," said Philip, colouring deeply; "don't you love yours?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes; I only wanted to know," said Tom, rather ashamed of himself, +now he saw Philip colouring and looking uncomfortable. +</P> + +<P> +"Shall you learn drawing now?" he said, by way of changing the subject. +</P> + +<P> +"No," said Philip. "My father wishes me to give all my time to other +things now." +</P> + +<P> +"What! Latin, and Euclid, and those things?" said Tom. +</P> + +<P> +"Yes," said Philip, who had left off using his pencil, and was resting +his head on one hand, while Tom was leaning forward on both elbows, and +looking at the dog and the donkey. +</P> + +<P> +"And you don't mind that?" said Tom, with strong curiosity. +</P> + +<P> +"No; I like to know what everybody else knows. I can study what I like +by-and-by." +</P> + +<P> +"I can't think why anybody should learn Latin," said Tom. "It's no +good." +</P> + +<P> +"It's part of the education of a gentleman," said Philip. "All +gentlemen learn the same things." +</P> + +<P> +"What! do you think Sir John Crake, the master of the harriers, knows +Latin?" said Tom. +</P> + +<P> +"He learnt it when he was a boy, of course," said Philip. "But I dare +say he's forgotten it." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, well, I can do that, then," said Tom readily. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I don't mind Latin," said Philip, unable to choke a laugh; "I can +remember things easily. And there are some lessons I'm very fond of. +I'm very fond of Greek history, and everything about the Greeks. I +should like to have been a Greek and fought the Persians, and then have +come home and written tragedies, or else have been listened to by +everybody for my wisdom, like Socrates, and have died a grand death." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, were the Greeks great fighters?" said Tom, who saw a vista in +this direction. "Is there anything like David, and Goliath, and Samson +in the Greek history? Those are the only bits I like in the history of +the Jews." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, there are very fine stories of that sort about the Greeks—about +the heroes of early times who killed the wild beasts, as Samson did. +And in the <I>Odyssey</I> (that's a beautiful poem) there's a more wonderful +giant than Goliath—Polypheme, who had only one eye in the middle of +his forehead; and Ulysses, a little fellow, but very wise and cunning, +got a red-hot pine tree and stuck it into this one eye, and made him +roar like a thousand bulls." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, what fun!" said Tom, jumping away from the table, and stamping +first with one leg and then the other. "I say, can you tell me all +about those stories? because I shan't learn Greek, you know. Shall +I?" he added, pausing in his stamping with a sudden alarm, lest the +contrary might be possible. "Does every gentleman learn Greek? Will +Mr. Stelling make me begin with it, do you think?" +</P> + +<P> +"No, I should think not—very likely not," said Philip. "But you may +read those stories without knowing Greek. I've got them in English." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, but I don't like reading; I'd sooner have you tell them me—but +only the fighting ones, you know. My sister Maggie is always wanting +to tell me stories, but they're stupid things. Girls' stories always +are. Can you tell a good many fighting stories?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes," said Philip—"lots of them, besides the Greek stories. I can +tell you about Richard Coeur-de-Lion and Saladin, and about William +Wallace, and Robert Bruce, and James Douglas. I know no end." +</P> + +<P> +"You're older than I am, aren't you?" said Tom. +</P> + +<P> +"Why, how old are you? I'm fifteen." +</P> + +<P> +"I'm only going in fourteen," said Tom. "But I thrashed all the +fellows at Jacobs'—that's where I was before I came here. And I beat +'em all at bandy and climbing. And I wish Mr. Stelling would let us go +fishing. I could show you how to fish. You could fish, couldn't you? +It's only standing, and sitting still, you know." +</P> + +<P> +Philip winced under this allusion to his unfitness for active sports, +and he answered almost crossly,— +</P> + +<P> +"I can't bear fishing. I think people look like fools sitting watching +a line hour after hour, or else throwing and throwing, and catching +nothing." +</P> + +<P> +"Ah, but you wouldn't say they looked like fools when they landed a big +pike, I can tell you," said Tom. Wakem's son, it was plain, had his +disagreeable points, and must be kept in due check. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap12"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter XII. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON. +</H3> + +<P> +As time went on Philip and Tom found many common interests, and became, +on the whole, good comrades; but they had occasional tiffs, as was to +be expected, and at one time had a serious difference which promised to +be final. +</P> + +<P> +This occurred shortly before Maggie's second visit to Tom. She was +going to a boarding school with Lucy, and wished to see Tom before +setting out. +</P> + +<P> +When Maggie came, she could not help looking with growing interest at +the new schoolfellow, although he was the son of that wicked Lawyer +Wakem who made her father so angry. She had arrived in the middle of +school hours, and had sat by while Philip went through his lessons with +Mr. Stelling. +</P> + +<P> +Tom, some weeks before, had sent her word that Philip knew no end of +stories—not stupid stories like hers; and she was convinced now that +he must be very clever. She hoped he would think her rather clever too +when she came to talk to him. +</P> + +<P> +"I think Philip Wakem seems a nice boy, Tom," she said, when they went +out of the study together into the garden. "He couldn't choose his +father, you know; and I've read of very bad men who had good sons, as +well as good parents who had bad children. And if Philip is good, I +think we ought to be the more sorry for him because his father is not a +good man. You like him, don't you?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, he's a queer fellow," said Tom curtly, "and he's as sulky as can +be with me, because I told him one day his father was a rogue. And I'd +a right to tell him so, for it was true; and he began it, with calling +me names. But you stop here by yourself a bit, Magsie, will you? +I've got something I want to do upstairs." +</P> + +<P> +"Can't I go too?" said Maggie, who, in this first day of meeting again, +loved Tom's very shadow. +</P> + +<P> +"No; it's something I'll tell you about by-and-by, not yet," said Tom, +skipping away. +</P> + +<P> +In the afternoon the boys were at their books in the study, preparing +the morrow's lessons, that they might have a holiday in the evening in +honour of Maggie's arrival. Tom was hanging over his Latin Grammar, +and Philip, at the other end of the room, was busy with two volumes +that excited Maggie's curiosity; he did not look at all as if he were +learning a lesson. She sat on a low stool at nearly a right angle with +the two boys, watching first one and then the other. +</P> + +<P> +"I say, Magsie," said Tom at last, shutting his books, "I've done my +lessons now. Come upstairs with me." +</P> + +<P> +"What is it?" said Maggie, when they were outside the door. "It isn't +a trick you're going to play me, now?" +</P> + +<P> +"No, no, Maggie," said Tom, in his most coaxing tone; "it's something +you'll like ever so." +</P> + +<P> +He put his arm round her neck, and she put hers round his waist, and, +twined together in this way, they went upstairs. +</P> + +<P> +"I say, Magsie, you must not tell anybody, you know," said Tom, "else I +shall get fifty lines." +</P> + +<P> +"Is it alive?" said Maggie, thinking that Tom kept a ferret. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, I shan't tell you," said he. "Now you go into that corner and +hide your face while I reach it out," he added, as he locked the +bedroom door behind them. "I'll tell you when to turn round. You +mustn't squeal out, you know." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh, but if you frighten me, I shall," said Maggie, beginning to look +rather serious. +</P> + +<P> +"You won't be frightened, you silly thing," said Tom. "Go and hide +your face, and mind you don't peep." +</P> + +<P> +"Of course I shan't peep," said Maggie disdainfully; and she buried her +face in the pillow like a person of strict honour. +</P> + +<P> +But Tom looked round warily as he walked to the closet; then he stepped +into the narrow space, and almost closed the door. Maggie kept her +face buried until Tom called out, "Now, then, Magsie!" +</P> + +<P> +Nothing but very careful study could have enabled Tom to present so +striking a figure as he did to Maggie when she looked up. With some +burnt cork he had made himself a pair of black eyebrows that met over +his nose, and were matched by a blackness about the chin. He had wound +a red handkerchief round his cloth cap to give it the air of a turban, +and his red comforter across his breast as a scarf—an amount of red +which, with the frown on his brow, and the firmness with which he +grasped a real sword, as he held it with its point resting on the +ground, made him look very fierce and bloodthirsty indeed. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie looked bewildered for a moment, and Tom enjoyed that moment +keenly; but in the next she laughed, clapped her hands together, and +said, "O Tom, you've made yourself like Bluebeard at the show." +</P> + +<P> +It was clear she had not been struck with the presence of the sword—it +was not unsheathed. Her foolish mind required a more direct appeal to +its sense of the terrible; and Tom prepared for his master-stroke. +Frowning fiercely, he (carefully) drew the sword—a real one—from its +sheath and pointed it at Maggie. +</P> + +<P> +"O Tom, please don't," cried Maggie, in a tone of dread, shrinking away +from him into the opposite corner; "I shall scream—I'm sure I shall! +Oh, don't! I wish I'd never come upstairs!" +</P> + +<A NAME="img-128"></A> +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-128.jpg" ALT=""O Tom, please don't,", cried Maggie." BORDER="2" WIDTH="443" HEIGHT="691"> +<H4 CLASS="h4center" STYLE="width: 443px"> +"O Tom, please don't,", cried Maggie. +</H4> +</CENTER> + +<P> +The corners of Tom's mouth showed an inclination to a smile that was +immediately checked. Slowly he let down the scabbard on the floor lest +it should make too much noise, and then said sternly,— +</P> + +<P> +"I'm the Duke of Wellington! March!" stamping forward with the right +leg a little bent, and the sword still pointed towards Maggie, who, +trembling, and with tear-filled eyes, got upon the bed, as the only +means of widening the space between them. +</P> + +<P> +Tom, happy in this spectator, even though it was only Maggie, proceeded +to such an exhibition of the cut and thrust as would be expected of the +Duke of Wellington. +</P> + +<P> +"Tom, I will not bear it—I will scream," said Maggie, at the first +movement of the sword. "You'll hurt yourself; you'll cut your head +off!" +</P> + +<P> +"One—two," said Tom firmly, though at "two" his wrist trembled a +little. "Three" came more slowly, and with it the sword swung +downwards, and Maggie gave a loud shriek. The sword had fallen with +its edge on Tom's foot, and in a moment after he had fallen too. +</P> + +<P> +Maggie leaped from the bed, still shrieking, and soon there was a rush +of footsteps towards the room. Mr. Stelling, from his upstairs study, +was the first to enter. He found both the children on the floor. Tom +had fainted, and Maggie was shaking him by the collar of his jacket, +screaming, with wild eyes. +</P> + +<P> +She thought he was dead, poor child! And yet she shook him, as if that +would bring him back to life. In another minute she was sobbing with +joy because Tom had opened his eyes. She couldn't sorrow yet that he +had hurt his foot; it seemed as if all happiness lay in his being alive. +</P> + +<P> +In a very short time the wounded hero was put to bed, and a surgeon was +fetched, who dressed the wound with a serious face which greatly +impressed every one. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<A NAME="chap13"></A> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +Chapter XIII. +</H3> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +PHILIP AND MAGGIE. +</H3> + +<P> +Poor Tom bore his severe pain like a hero, but there was a terrible +dread weighing on his mind—so terrible that he dared not ask the +question which might bring the fatal "yes"—he dared not ask the +surgeon or Mr. Stelling, "Shall I be lame, sir?" +</P> + +<P> +It had not occurred to either of these gentlemen to set the lad's mind +at rest with hopeful words. But Philip watched the surgeon out of the +house, and waylaid Mr. Stelling to ask the very question that Tom had +not dared to ask for himself. +</P> + +<P> +"I beg your pardon, sir, but does Mr. Askern say Tulliver will be lame?" +</P> + +<P> +"Oh no, oh no," said Mr. Stelling; "only for a little while." +</P> + +<P> +"Did he tell Tulliver so, sir, do you think?" +</P> + +<P> +"No; nothing was said to him on the subject." +</P> + +<P> +"Then I may go and tell him, sir?" +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, to be sure. Now you mention it, I dare say he may be troubling +about that. Go to his bedroom, but be very quiet." +</P> + +<P> +It had been Philip's first thought when he heard of the accident, "Will +Tulliver be lame? It will be very hard for him if he is." And Tom's +offences against himself were all washed out by that pity. +</P> + +<P> +"Mr. Askern says you'll soon be all right again, Tulliver; did you +know?" he said, rather timidly, as he stepped gently up to Tom's bed. +"I've just been to ask Mr. Stelling, and he says you'll walk as well as +ever again, by-and-by." +</P> + +<P> +Tom looked up with that stopping of the breath which comes with a +sudden joy; then he gave a long sigh, and turned his blue-gray eyes +straight on Philip's face, as he had not done for a fortnight or more. +As for Maggie, the bare idea of Tom's being always lame overcame her, +and she clung to him and cried afresh. +</P> + +<P> +"Don't be a little silly, Magsie," said Tom tenderly, feeling very +brave now. "I shall soon get well." +</P> + +<P> +"Good-bye, Tulliver," said Philip, putting out his small, delicate +hand, which Tom clasped with his strong fingers. +</P> + +<P> +"I say," said Tom, "ask Mr. Stelling to let you come and sit with me +sometimes, till I get up again, Wakem, and tell me about Robert Bruce, +you know." +</P> + +<P> +After that Philip spent all his time out of lesson hours with Tom and +Maggie. Tom liked to hear fighting stories as much as ever; but he +said he was sure that those great fighters, who did so many wonderful +things and came off unhurt, wore excellent armour from head to foot, +which made fighting easy work. +</P> + +<P> +One day, soon after Philip had been to visit Tom, he and Maggie were in +the study alone together while Tom's foot was being dressed. Philip +was at his books, and Maggie went and leaned on the table near him to +see what he was doing; for they were quite old friends now, and +perfectly at home with each other. +</P> + +<P> +"What are you reading about in Greek?" she said. "It's poetry; I can +see that, because the lines are so short." +</P> + +<P> +"It's about the lame man I was telling you of yesterday," he answered, +resting his head on his hand, and looking at her as if he were not at +all sorry to stop. Maggie continued to lean forward, resting on her +arms, while her dark eyes got more and more fixed and vacant, as if she +had quite forgotten Philip and his book. +</P> + +<P> +"Maggie," said Philip, after a minute or two, still leaning on his +elbow and looking at her, "if you had had a brother like me, do you +think you should have loved him as well as Tom?" +</P> + +<P> +Maggie started a little and said, "What?" Philip repeated his question. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes—better," she answered immediately. "No, not better, because I +don't think I could love you better than Tom; but I should be so +sorry—so sorry for you." +</P> + +<P> +Philip coloured. Maggie, young as she was, felt her mistake. Hitherto +she had behaved as if she were quite unconscious of Philip's deformity. +</P> + +<P> +"But you are so very clever, Philip, and you can play and sing," she +added quickly. "I wish you were my brother. I'm very fond of you. +And you would stay at home with me when Tom went out, and you would +teach me everything, wouldn't you—Greek, and everything?" +</P> + +<P> +"But you'll go away soon, and go to school, Maggie," said Philip, "and +then you'll forget all about me, and not care for me any more. And +then I shall see you when you're grown up, and you'll hardly take any +notice of me." +</P> + +<P> +"Oh no, I shan't forget you, I'm sure," said Maggie, shaking her head +very seriously. "I never forget anything, and I think about everybody +when I'm away from them. I think about poor Yap. He's got a lump in +his throat, and Luke says he'll die. Only don't you tell Tom, because +it will vex him so. You never saw Yap. He's a queer little dog; +nobody cares about him but Tom and me." +</P> + +<P> +"Do you care as much about me as you do about Yap, Maggie?" said +Philip, smiling rather sadly. +</P> + +<P> +"Oh yes, I should think so," said Maggie, laughing. +</P> + +<P> +"I'm very fond of you, Maggie; I shall never forget you," said Philip. +"And when I'm very unhappy, I shall always think of you, and wish I had +a sister with dark eyes, just like yours." +</P> + +<P> +"Why do you like my eyes?" said Maggie, well pleased. She had never +heard of any one but her father speak of her eyes as if they had merit. +</P> + +<P> +"I don't know," said Philip. "They're not like any other eyes. They +seem trying to speak—trying to speak kindly. I don't like other +people to look at me much, but I like you to look at me, Maggie." +</P> + +<P> +"Why, I think you're fonder of me than Tom is," said Maggie. Then, +wondering how she could convince Philip that she could like him just as +well, although he was crooked, she said,— +</P> + +<P> +"Should you like me to kiss you, as I do Tom? I will, if you like." +</P> + +<P> +"Yes, very much. Nobody kisses me." +</P> + +<P> +Maggie put her arm round his neck and kissed him. +</P> + +<P> +"There now," she said; "I shall always remember you, and kiss you when +I see you again, if it's ever so long. But I'll go now, because I +think Mr. Askern's done with Tom's foot." +</P> + +<P> +When their father came the second time, Maggie said to him, "O father, +Philip Wakem is so very good to Tom; he is such a clever boy, and I do +love him.—And you love him too, Tom, don't you? Say you love him," +she added entreatingly. +</P> + +<P> +Tom coloured a little as he looked at his father, and said, "I shan't +be friends with him when I leave school, father. But we've made it up +now, since my foot has been bad; and he's taught me to play at +draughts, and I can beat him." +</P> + +<P> +"Well, well," said Mr. Tulliver, "if he's good to you, try and make him +amends and be good to him. He's a poor crooked creatur, and takes +after his dead mother. But don't you be getting too thick with him; +he's got his father's blood in him too." +</P> + +<HR ALIGN="center" WIDTH="60%"> + +<P> +By the time Tom had reached his last quarter at King's Lorton the years +had made striking changes in him. He was a tall youth now, and wore +his tail-coat and his stand-up collars. Maggie, too, was tall now, +with braided and coiled hair. She was almost as tall as Tom, though +she was only thirteen; and she really looked older than he did. +</P> + +<P> +At last the day came when Tom was to say good-bye to his tutor, and +Maggie came over to King's Lorton to fetch him home. Mr. Stelling put +his hand on Tom's shoulder, and said, "God bless you, my boy; let me +know how you get on." Then he pressed Maggie's hand; but there were no +audible good-byes. Tom had so often thought how joyful he should be +the day he left school "for good." And now that the great event had +come, his school years seemed like a holiday that had come to an end. +</P> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<CENTER> +<IMG CLASS="imgcenter" SRC="images/img-156.jpg" ALT="THE END" BORDER="" WIDTH="306" HEIGHT="166"> +</CENTER> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H5 ALIGN="center"> +PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN +</H5> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<HR> + +<BR><BR><BR> + +<H3 ALIGN="center"> +UNIFORM WITH THIS VOLUME. +</H3> + +<BR> + +<H4> +GRIMM'S FAIRY TALES. +</H4> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +Contains ten Fairy Tales, with six Coloured and numerous other +Illustrations. +</P> + +<BR> + +<H4> +THE WATER-BABIES. +</H4> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +By CHARLES KINGSLEY. Four exquisite Coloured Pictures and many +Pen-and-ink Illustrations. +</P> + +<BR> + +<H4> +ALICE IN WONDERLAND. +</H4> + +<P CLASS="noindent"> +By LEWIS CARROLL. Eight Coloured Plates by Harry Rountree. 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