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Updated: June 12, 2025
When Dick returned to school, Maisie whispered, 'Now I shall be all alone to take care of myself; but, and she nodded her head bravely, 'I can do it. You promised to send Amomma a grass collar. Send it soon. A week later she asked for that collar by return of post, and wa not pleased when she learned that it took time to make. When at last Dick forwarded the gift, she forgot to thank him for it.
'Fire low and to the left; then perhaps you'll get it. Oh, look at Amomma! he's eating the cartridges! Maisie turned, the revolver in her hand, just in time to see Amomma scampering away from the pebbles Dick threw after him. Nothing is sacred to a billy-goat. Being well fed and the adored of his mistress, Amomma had naturally swallowed two loaded pin-fire cartridges.
'Throws high and to the right. You try, Maisie. Mind, it's loaded all round. Maisie took the pistol and stepped delicately to the verge of the mud, her hand firmly closed on the butt, her mouth and left eye screwed up. Dick sat down on a tuft of bank and laughed. Amomma returned very cautiously.
'Then, said the atom, choosing her words very deliberately, 'I shall write to my lawyer-peoples and tell them that you are a very bad woman. Amomma is mine, mine, mine! Mrs. Jennett made a movement to the hall, where certain umbrellas and canes stood in a rack. The atom understood as clearly as Dick what this meant.
It was late in the afternoon when Dick and Maisie arrived on their ground, Amomma trotting patiently behind them. 'Mf! said Maisie, sniffing the air. 'I wonder what makes the sea so smelly? I don't like it! 'You never like anything that isn't made just for you, said Dick bluntly. 'Give me the cartridges, and I'll try first shot. How far does one of these little revolvers carry?
'Oh, half a mile, said Maisie, promptly. 'At least it makes an awful noise. Be careful with the cartridges; I don't like those jagged stick-up things on the rim. Dick, do be careful. 'All right. I know how to load. I'll fire at the breakwater out there. He fired, and Amomma ran away bleating. The bullet threw up a spurt of mud to the right of the wood-wreathed piles.
I never told it was you. 'She guessed. I jammed a stick under the door and told you that I was burying Amomma alive in the potatoes, and you believed me. You had a trusting nature in those days. They laughed and leaned to look out, identifying ancient landmarks with many reminiscences.
'And do you care? For the first time in the past few minutes their eyes met and spoke for them who had no skill in speech.... 'Oh, Dick, don't! Please don't! It was all right when we said good-morning; but now it's all different! Amomma looked on from afar. He had seen his property quarrel frequently, but he had never seen kisses exchanged before.
'Yes. No. Do you mean Amomma? 'Ye es. No. This. Where have you come from? 'Over there, He pointed eastward through the fog. 'And you? 'Oh, I'm in the north, the black north, across all the Park. I am very busy. 'What do you do? 'I paint a great deal. That's all I have to do. 'Why, what's happened? You had three hundred a year. 'I have that still. I am painting; that's all.
The fog shut down again, and Maisie's face was pearl-white through it. No word was spoken, but Dick fell into step at her side, and the two paced the Embankment together, keeping the step as perfectly as in their afternoon excursions to the mud-flats. Then Dick, a little hoarsely 'What has happened to Amomma? 'He died, Dick. Not cartridges; over-eating. He was always greedy. Isn't it funny?
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