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"Bruvver," said Pamela, who had been the first to rouse up, "are you awake? What a long time us has been asleep! Is it the middle of the night, and what a noise there is." Duke slowly collected his ideas. He did not speak, but he stood up on the bench and peeped out of the window. "It must be that big place where there's a fair," he said. "Look, sister, there's lots and lots of carts and peoples.
At which point you will see the plan making was no longer confined to the "inside of their heads." "And Duke," added Pamela half timidly. "Us must tell all about the broken bowl. And us must always tell everything like that to Grandmamma." "Yes," said Duke. "I fink my voice that Grandmamma told us about did tell me to tell," pursued the little girl thoughtfully. "Didn't yours, bruvver?"
"Oh bruvver!" she cried between her sobs, "don't talk like that. I fink God's too good to have let dear Grandpapa and Grandmamma die. And us has said our prayers such many many times about going home. I'm sure Grandpapa would never put Mick in prison if us asked him not, and p'raps if Mick was sure of that he'd take us home. Oh don't you fink us might go and ask him," and she started up.
"Shall you eat all yours up, bruvver?" asked Pamela, pointing to the bowl of bread and milk which Duke was discussing. "Shall you?" asked Duke warily, before committing himself. Pamela looked contemplatively at her bowl. "I think I'll leave just a very little," she said. "Cook won't see. I wish the bowls wasn't quite so big."
It was done now there was no stopping him till he had done. Aghast, and yet filled with admiration, Pamela could only express her feelings by the one word "Bruvver!" "Isn't it a good thought?" said Duke. "Why, he'll have finished it all in a minute, and nobody will ever know that it wasn't us. And nothing will have been wasted.
"Poor little man ain't well," said Jim, in a gentle way of soothing. "Bruvver Jim is here all right, and goin' to stay," and, holding the quiet little figure to his heart, he stood up and walked with him up and down the dingy cabin's length, till the shaking little sobs had ceased and the sad little man had gone to sleep. All day the miner watched the sleeping or the waking of the tiny pilgrim.
Mick mustn't know and nobody, not till us is too far for them to catch us. I think it's a great pity Diana told you; you're too little to understand." "I'm as big as you, bruvver, and my birfday's the same. You're very unkind to say I'm littler than you, and I do understand." She spoke indignantly, but the last words ended in tears.
Pamela hesitated. She stood quite quite still, her eyes gazing before her, but as if seeing nothing she seemed to be listening. "Bruvver," she said at last, "I can't tell you yet. I must fink. But I'm almost sure it's speaking now. I'm almost sure it's saying us must tell." "Oh don't, don't, Pamela," cried poor Duke; "you mustn't say that. For I can't I am sure I can't tell Grandmamma.
"I'm afraid Grandmamma will fink us is very naughty," agreed Pamela; "she'll fink us don't listen to that that speaking inside us that she was telling us about, for it's quite true, bruvver; I felt it was quite true when she was talking. It does speak. I heard it this morning when us was planning about not telling. Only I didn't listen," and the tears rolled slowly down the little girl's face.
After the tap came a kind of little pattering and scratching, like baby taps, not quite sure of their own existence; then, had Grandpapa's and Grandmamma's ears been a very little sharper, they could not but have heard a small duel in words. "You, bruvver, my fingers' bones is tired." "I told you, sister," reproachfully, "us should always bring old Neddy's nose downstairs with us.
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