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Those three children who on the one part never saw their mother sad and were constrained to comfort her, on the other never were bribed to good behaviour by the thought of grieving her. They only associated happiness with her and they enjoyed happiness simply by reasoning away unhappiness. Kind, wise, simple, effective, easy. Happy Huggo, happy Doda, happy Benji, happy Rosalie!
That's a plain question, isn't it?" Huggo, very red, increasingly difficult to understand, said, "It's a plain enough question. It's a plain enough question. I've come here to be perfectly frank and plain and plain enough question. The fact is I don't know very much about her plain enough people." Rosalie broke out of the frozen stupefaction that had numbed her. "Huggo, you must know.
Huggo thought "The Swiss Family Robinson" awful rot, and argued learnedly with her how grotesque it was to imagine all that variety of animals and all that variety of plants in one same climate. "But, Huggo, you needn't worry whether it was possible. It was just written as a means of telling a family of children natural history things. They didn't have to believe it. They only enjoyed it.
Her eagerness for school had been much fostered by Huggo's holiday stories of school life; and Huggo, as Doda now adduced, was leaving his preparatory and starting at Tidborough next term; couldn't she, oh, couldn't she make also her start then? Harry said, "O grown-up woman of enormous years, think of your sorrowing parents. How will you like to leave your weeping mother, Doda?
Doda did not seem to have a thought for Huggo, nor Huggo a thought for when he should see Doda. Neither of them, she could not help noticing, had the faintest concern to be with Benji. She and Harry with Benji went down to a furnished house in Devonshire, and the other two, their plans in part curtailed, were brought to join them. It was jolly enough.
I ran into him quite by chance coming away from a theatre with the foreign friend. We both thought he was rather badly rattled." "Was he going on to Lucy? Did he know Lucy was very ill indeed?" Doda said, "I don't know. He didn't tell me. Is she?" and indifferently passed upstairs. Rosalie at her early breakfast was thinking what news the day would give of Lucy and of Huggo.
He used to say, "Rosalie, that boy's going to make a name for himself in the world. My heart's wrapped round that boy, Rosalie. Ay, me! I wish he'd been our eldest, Rosalie." That was because he couldn't tear away the wrappings of his heart from about his eldest. Men can't. It used to pain the heart of Rosalie. Of course, with everything now known, Huggo was forgiven.
She was very pretty and a cheery soul. She would have been called fast when Rosalie was a girl. In 1921 she would almost, in the manner she presented to Rosalie, have been called slow. Doda and she were greatly attached. Doda, overnight, going straight upstairs to bed, had said, "Have you seen Huggo to-day? He's in a scrape of some sort." "Oh, Doda, what kind of a scrape?" "He didn't tell me.
And how can he possibly know that hugging's a sign of love? Harry, how can he? Take him and hold him up like that and see if he hugs you the same. He is! He is! Isn't he?" "Mice and Mumps," said Harry, "he is; he's throttling me, the tiger." "Ah, give him back, I'm jealous. There's never, never been a hugger like him since the world began. He's Huggo. That's his name.
He didn't in the least want to be out of London just when there was so much going on and all his pals here; but anything was better than sticking this kind of life at home, father always at him; so he'd go to Scotland; he supposed he was entitled to a bit of country holiday before they cooped him up? He went to Scotland. Twice during that month Rosalie thought she saw Huggo in the West End.
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