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They was all so flustered, they took no more notice o' me standin' in the parlor 'n if I had been a pillar-post,'till feeling of pityful towards the poor things, I made so bold to go forward and offer to take 'em home 'long o' me, and which was accepted with thanks and tears as soon as the landlady recommended me as an old acquaintance and well-beknown to herself. So it was settled.
It ran thus: 'DEAR MOTHER, The old feller has gawn of it apened at jest after six e'clock if you want to now I shall come and sea you at ten 'clock to-morow moning and I beleve hes got the will but hes a beest and theers a game up you may take your hothe so I remain C. S. This document she took to the nearest pillar-post, then returned and sat brooding.
Nay, in that case he must not offer to do so, but simply state the fact that his refusal was beyond recall. Logically, he had chosen the only course open to him, for to refuse independence was impossible. A wheezy clock in his landlady's kitchen was striking two. For very fear of having to revise his letter in the morning, he put it into its envelope, and went out to the nearest pillar-post.
We turned down the street, and to Tom's delight, a little further on, there, sure enough, was the pillar-post. "Now, Audrey, you see wasn't I right?" exclaimed Tom. "Where's the letter?" It was already in my hand, but, alas! "Oh, Tom, the stamp!" I said. "There must be shops somewhere near where they would give us one."
At last however it did seem as if we had been in the big street rather longer turning back from the chemist's than going there afterwards I remembered this at last we found ourselves in what we believed to be the same, rather narrow, darkish street where we had passed the pillar-post. "Which side is the pillar?" I said to Tom. "I'm sure it was on this side and now I don't see it."
"I don't understand it," I said, "we must have passed it. It wasn't above five or six houses from the street we turned, down, where the pillar-post was." "But, Audrey," said Tom, "p'raps we came up another street by mistake, 'cause you know we couldn't find the pillar coming back. Let's go back a little and see if we don't come to the street where it is, and then we'll know."
"And what will you do with the letter now?" he said. "Shall you not have still to go to the post-office to put it in?" "Oh no," I said, "there is a pillar-post quite near our house." "And you are sure you know your way?" he said as he opened the shop-door for us. "What is the name of the street where you live?" I hesitated.
It was perfectly still; the wide quadrangle of dusky houses showed lights in none of the windows, where the shutters and blinds were closed; the pavements were a vacant expanse, and, putting aside two small children from a neighbouring slum, who, attracted by symptoms of abnormal animation in the interior, poked their faces between the rusty rails of the enclosure, the most vivid object within sight was the big red pillar-post on the southeast corner.
Suddenly Tom gave a little scream, and would have darted across the street had I not kept tight hold of him. "Tom, what is the matter? Where are you going?" I said. Tom wriggled and pulled. "Let me go, Audrey," he said. "There's one don't you see across the street. Let me go, to be sure it's a proper one like the other." "One" meant another pillar-post.
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