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Updated: September 22, 2025
She often talks of you, and is always sad because you never write. Why have you never been to see her?" "I have seen her once. I passed her in the street in Melchester; but I was in uniform, and she didn't notice me." "But why didn't you go over to Brenlands?" "Oh, I couldn't do that! I struck out a path for myself.
All hands now set to work to unload the camels and build walls of saddles, biscuit-boxes, and other stores parapets formed of almost as incongruous materials as the old domino and pocket-knife works behind which the lead warriors took shelter at Brenlands.
It wanted about three weeks to the holidays, and Jack and Valentine were returning from the ironmonger's, where they had been purchasing some sandpaper wherewith to put the finishing touches to their work. "I wish it was midsummer instead of Christmas," the former was saying. "I don't want to go home. I'd much rather go to stay with Aunt Mab at Brenlands."
"I never dreamed of such happiness as this while I was an ugly duckling!" The Ugly Duckling. The old house at Brenlands still remains unaltered, except that the empty room upstairs, once the scene of so many terrible conflicts between miniature metal armies, has been turned into a nursery.
Jack turned over the pages until he came to "Hark, hark, my soul!" and then, sitting down, played the air through several times with one finger. It was a tune that had been popular on Sunday evenings at Brenlands, and the children had always called it Queen Mab's hymn. Jack shut the book with a bang.
Neither of the boys would have been at all shocked at seeing a row settled by an exchange of blows, had the dispute taken place at school; but here, at Brenlands, it seemed a different matter bad blood and rough language were out of keeping with the place, and the punching of heads seemed a positive crime.
"And I have had one stroke of good luck, and that was your asking me to Brenlands." He went away, and told Valentine the story of Colonel Lawrence. "I didn't think she knew anything about soldiers." "She's a wonderful woman!" said Valentine, solemnly. "She knows everything!"
"This weather don't seem very seasonable. I wonder whether it's frost and snow away home at Brenlands." "Yes; I wonder if the reservoir at Hornalby is frozen. We used to go skating there when I was at school. It seems a jolly long time ago now!" "It don't seem three years ago to me since you enlisted. I never thought you'd have stayed so long." "Didn't you?
"Don't quarrel any longer; it's dreadful here, at Brenlands! What would Aunt Mabel say if she knew you'd been fighting? Come away, Jack, and don't say any more." The boy would have liked to stay behind for another private interview with Raymond, but for Helen's sake he turned on his heel and followed her into the house.
One thing, however, might be told concerning his last visit to Brenlands. A year after that eventful Christmas in Egypt, Jack was sitting before the fire in Queen Mab's parlour, when Raymond was announced, and shown into the room.
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