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Updated: May 28, 2025
They used to talk a lot about moral force at the High School where she went, and in case you don't know what it means I'll tell you that it is making people do what they don't want to, just by slanging them, or laughing at them, or promising them things if they're good. 'Only moral force, eh? said Albert-next-door's uncle. 'Well?
If we sell one hundred copies we will write another paper. And so we would have done, but we never did. Albert-next-door's uncle gave us two shillings, that was all. You can't restore fallen fortunes with two shillings! Being editors is not the best way to wealth. We all feel this now, and highwaymen are not respected any more like they used to be.
He was most awfully sick to think he'd been the one buried, when it might just as well have been one of us. I felt myself that it was hard lines. 'So you were digging for treasure, said Albert-next-door's uncle, wiping his face again with his handkerchief. 'Well, I fear that your chances of success are small. I have made a careful study of the whole subject.
As we went I thought I heard Albert-next-door's uncle say something that sounded like 'Poor little beggars! He couldn't have meant us, when we'd been having such a jolly time, and chestnuts, and fireworks to look forward to after dinner and everything! It was Albert's uncle who thought of our trying a newspaper.
'I am afraid the dinner was horrid. Dora went on. 'The table looked very nice with the flowers we got. I set it myself, and Eliza made me borrow the silver spoons and forks from Albert-next-door's Mother. 'I hope the poor Indian is honest, said Dicky gloomily, 'when you are a poor, broken-down man silver spoons must be a great temptation.
He told his nephew to stow it, so Albert did, and then he asked him if he was hurt and Albert had to say he wasn't, for though he is a coward, and very unlucky, he is not a liar like some boys are. 'This promises to be a protracted if agreeable task, said Albert-next-door's uncle, rubbing his hands and looking at the hole with Albert's head in it.
I said so to Albert-next-door's uncle, who writes books, and he said, 'Quite right, that's what we call selection, a necessity of true art. And he is very clever indeed. So you see. I have often thought that if the people who write books for children knew a little more it would be better.
His stories are first-rate he does all the parts in different voices. At last he said 'Look here, young-uns. I like to see you play and enjoy yourselves, and I don't think it hurts Albert to enjoy himself too. 'I don't think he did much, said H. O. But I knew what Albert-next-door's uncle meant because I am much older than H. O. He went on 'But what about Albert's mother?
We wondered what had become of him, and all the while the screaming went on and on, for we had taken the loose earth off Albert's face so that he could scream quite easily and comfortably. Presently Dicky came back and Albert-next-door's uncle came with him. He has very long legs, and his hair is light and his face is brown. He has been to sea, but now he writes books. I like him.
'Eliza asked me to borrow the silver spoons and forks for your dinner last night from Albert-next-door's Mother. Father never notices, but she thought it would be nicer for you. Our own silver went to have the dents taken out; and I don't think Father could afford to pay the man for doing it, for the silver hasn't come back.
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