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Is one that seems to labour in every man's calling but his own, and, like Robin Goodfellow, does any man's drudgery that will let him. He is like an ape, that loves to do whatsoever he sees others do, and is always as busy as a child at play. He is a great undertaker, and commonly as great an underperformer.
It won't take five minutes to explain Mr. Goodfellow here, just as easily " "And as for me," struck in Miss Belcher, "I'm an old madwoman, with more money than I know what to do with. And as for Jack Rogers, I'm eloping with him to a coral island." Mr. Rogers checked himself on the edge of a guffaw. "But, I say, Lydia, you're not serious about this?" he asked. "I don't know, Jack.
Dixon, but there was no long resisting of kindly mother Nature's soothings, at that holiday time, and in that lonely tranquil spot; or if they could have been unheeded, the sight of Franky would have awed every angry feeling into rest, so changed was he since the Dixons had last seen him; and since he had been the Puck or Robin Goodfellow of the neighbourhood, whose marbles were always rolling under other people's feet, and whose top-strings were always hanging in nooses to catch the unwary.
Robin Goodfellow welcomed the company for Fairyfoot's sake, and gave every one a drink of the fairies' wine. So they danced there from sunset till the grey morning, and nobody was tired; but before the lark sang, Robin Goodfellow took them all safe home, as he used to take Fairyfoot. There was great joy that day in the palace because Princess Maybloom's feet were made small again.
Yet that personal identity upon the mystery of which he liked to ponder the unquenchable, immortal ego was there; and it was, for all the outward and inward changes, the same Edgar Poe, with his two natures Dreamer and Goodfellow alternately dominating him, who had come back to find the real end of the rainbow in revisiting old scenes, renewing old friendships, awakening old memories and had paused to make holiday.
"And whose 'linked sweetness long drawn out' is that?" asked the visitor. "Hear her!" cried Edgar Goodfellow who was in the ascendent for the first time in many a long day. "Hear her! Just as if her vain little heart didn't tell her it's herself!" But the moment of playfulness was a rarity, and all the more enjoyed for that.
Perhaps he would have pretended to see nothing but for Nuttie's cry of glee. 'You wicked elf, said Miss Mary, 'to inveigle people into predicaments, and then go shouting ho! ho! ho! like Robin Goodfellow himself. 'You should have kept your elevation and dignity like me, retorted Ursula; 'and then you would have had the pleasure of seeing Mr. Dutton climbing his wall and coming to our feet.
When Robin Goodfellow came to take him home as usual he durst not let him know that he had overheard anything; but never was the boy so unwilling to get up as on that morning, and all day he was so weary that in the afternoon Fairyfoot fell asleep, with his head on a clump of rushes.
Rogers stared at Captain Branscome, and from Captain Branscome to Mr. Goodfellow, but their faces did not help him. "That's all very well, ma'am, but an expedition to the other end of the world if that's what you suggest? at a moment's notice on what, as like or not, may turn out to be a wild-goose chase Lord bless my soul!" wound up Mr. Rogers incoherently, falling back in his chair.
One of these we will call Edgar Goodfellow Edgar the gay, the laughter-loving, the daring, the real, live, wholesome, normal boy; keen for the society of other boys and liking to dance, to run, to jump, to climb, even to fight.
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