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Afterwards I thought that was a mistake, because their aunt was with them, and she wore black with beady things and a tight bonnet, and she said, when we took our hats off 'Who are you? quite crossly. We said, 'We are the Bastables; we've come to meet Daisy and Denny. The aunt is a very rude lady, and it made us sorry for Daisy and Denny when she said to them 'Are these the children?
Noël's was very long, and it began "This is the story of Agincourt. If you don't know it you jolly well ought. It was a famous battle fair, And all your ancestors fought there That is if you come of a family old. The Bastables do; they were always very bold. And at Agincourt They fought As they ought; So we have been taught."
Oswald bore it because our Colonel had, and you should be generous to a fallen foe, but it is hard to be called a traitor when you haven't. He did not treat the wicked Colonel with silent scorn as he might have done, but he said 'We aren't traitors. We are the Bastables and one of us is a Foulkes.
I am sure we had tried our best to restore our fallen fortunes. We felt their fall very much, because we knew the Bastables had been rich once.
And he was awfully rude to the servants, ordering them about, and playing tricks on them, not amusing tricks like other Bastables might have done such as booby-traps and mice under dish-covers, which seldom leaves any lasting ill-feeling but things no decent boy would do like hiding their letters and not giving them to them for days, and then it was too late to meet the young man the letter was from, and squirting ink on their aprons when they were just going to open the door, and once he put a fish-hook in the cook's pocket when she wasn't looking.
WE Bastables have only two uncles, and neither of them, are our own natural-born relatives. One is a great-uncle, and the other is the uncle from his birth of Albert, who used to live next door to us in the Lewisham Road.
"I wish he was a Turk for some things," said Oswald, and explained why. "I don't think she would like it," said Dora. And just then . . . You know what they say about talking of angels, and hearing their wings? Well, just then the postman came, and of course we rushed out, and among Father's dull letters we found one addressed to "The Bastables Junior."
Fortunately this one was not old, and with a few well-directed, if foreign looking, blows he finished the work so ably begun by the brave Bastables, and next moment the five loathsome and youthful aggressors were bolting down the passage.
Then this cousin, who is, I fear, the black sheep of the Bastables, and hardly worthy to be called one, used to pull the girls' hair, and pinch them at prayers when they could not call out or do anything to him back.
Red House wearily begged us to explain, so Oswald did, in that clear, straightforward way some people think he has, and that no one can suspect for an instant. And he ended by saying how far from comfortable it would be to have Mr. Turnbull coming with his thin mouth and his tight legs, and that we were Bastables, and much nicer than the tight-legged one, whatever she might think.
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