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Updated: June 15, 2025
I stared with wonder, for though I was now in a fruit and vegetable garden it was wonderfully different to Old Brownsmith's, for here, in addition to exquisite neatness, there was some attempt at ornamentation. As soon as we had passed under the green arch we were on a great grass walk, beautifully soft and velvety, with here and there stone seats, and a group of stone figures at the farther end.
"`Now, then, says Old Brownsmith's brother, `go down again, my boy. With this stout rope round we can take care of you, but the boy shook his head, he'd been too much scared last time. "`Who'll go? says the ganger. `A sovereign for the man who goes down and fetches them up. "The chaps talked together, but no one moved. "`It'll cave in, says one of 'em.
"Oh! you're not very bad. Now, then, what are you going to do lie still here and be nursed by Mr Brownsmith's maid, or get up and bear it like a man try the fresh air?"
"Why, I was born close to that san'-pit, and put Old Brownsmith's brother up to getting some. I can show him where to get some real peat too, if he behaves hisself."
"My hye, how that there horse did go till we got to the little public. We stopped once to give her mouth a wash out and a mouthful of hay, and then we were off again, never hardly saying a word, but as we got to the public we pulls up, and Old Brownsmith's brother shouts to the landlord, `Send half-a-dozen men up to the sand-pit directly. Boys buried.
Still Ike did not speak, and all at once I heard Old Brownsmith's voice calling. "I must go now, Ike," I said, "I'll come back and say `Good-bye." "And after the way as I've tried to make a man of yer," he said as if talking to his mother earth, which he was chopping so remorselessly. "It isn't my fault, Ike," I said. "I'll come over and see you again as soon as I can."
Our apartments, as you see, overlooked old Brownsmith's market-garden, and very often, as I sat there watching it, I used to wish that I could be as other boys were, running about free in the fields, playing cricket and football, and learning to swim, instead of being shut up there with my mother. Perhaps I was a selfish boy, perhaps I was no worse than others of my age.
"`Warn't my fault, I says; but he shook his head, and took me in, and there sat Old Brownsmith's brother's wife, with a white face and red eyes as if she had been crying, and Old Brownsmith himself.
"I never cared a bit about you, my lad, but I couldn't sleep no more, and I couldn't touch a bit o' breakfast; and when twelve o'clock came, Mrs Old Brownsmith's brother's wife had been at me with a face as white as noo milk, and she wanted us to go off before.
His shoes could not have wanted wiping, for it was a very dry day, but he kept on rub rub rub, till Mrs Beeton, who waited upon us as well as let us her apartments, came upstairs, knocked at my mother's door, and went down again. Then there was old Brownsmith's heavy foot on the stair, and he was shown in to where I was waiting.
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