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Maurice and Bryda were very glad to run out again, with special directions from grandmother to keep off wet grass, and not get into mischief. This, they thought, could not possibly happen. This time they rambled into the farmyard. Bryda would not look for more kittens, but tried to make friends with some small balls of fluff, which meant some day to be turkeys.
Oh, dear! what word can describe the filthy mess into which Bryda was plunged up to her waist! the smell of it, and the chill, horrible feeling! Fortunately, she had just taken Maurice's hand, to help in "the soul," who indeed felt very lucky to escape such a voyage! Maurice was able to help her, but, soaked to the waist and ready to cry, she scrambled up to dry land.
And this after the trouble of yesterday, and all Bryda's good resolutions! It was too dreadful, and tears came fast to her eyes. But kind Maurice, instead of laughing, pitied her. "Don't cry," he said; "can't you wash?" "I might run," said Bryda dolefully, remembering what dreadful things happened to frocks that "ran." "That stuff might run off," said Maurice; "come on."
"They couldn't, Uncle Jack," broke in Bryda, "they could only smile!" "Or grin," said Uncle Jack. "So you think that a cruel law, Bryda? "Secondly As the sight of a child set the royal teeth on edge, no child was to be allowed to set foot out of doors, unless between the hours of twelve and one on any night when there was neither moon or stars." "At that rate they would never go out" said Bryda.
"Then-us come-o oh! oh!" screamed Bryda, making the last word very long indeed; for she trod on the one tail of the dog Cerberus, causing that remarkable animal to jump up howling. Charon's ferryboat was not built to allow of athletic sports on board, so it went over, and Bryda went in.
Therefore they concluded to do without it; and costly things were bought for kisses, while cheap ones were to be had for saying, 'If you please, or, if they were very small, as a penny bun, for instance, then 'please' was enough." "How nice!" said Bryda. "Well, for a whole week there never was such happiness as the children enjoyed.
"That was a very bad law," said Bryda warmly. "Well, the law was passed, and was soon carried out; and any one coming to the city would have thought there were no children, so carefully were they kept out of sight. All the toy-shops were closed, and confectioners were ordered, under pain of death, neither to make nor sell goodies.
"I thought poets wrote about knights and ladies, and green fields and the moon," remonstrated Bryda. "So they do. But sometimes they want a new subject, and this young genius thought he had found one. "Well, all the children, without losing their child faces and figures, turned into the sort of people they would be when they were grown up.
So she told him the story, in the middle of which the wheelbarrow upset, because Maurice laughed. So he sat on a log of wood, and Bryda picked up the wheelbarrow, got into it, and began in the words of one of her lesson-books, with a little alteration to suit the occasion. "Friend! Roman! Countryman! lend me your ears! I am Charon " "What?" asked Maurice. "Don't spoil my speech!
You may only say 'Hear, hear! as they do in Parliament." "But suppose I don't want to hear?" Bryda had no notion of what they would do under such unlikely circumstances; so, after thinking a little, she merely said, "Don't be silly, Maurice!" And that sort of answer puts an end to any argument quite easily. "This is my dog Cerberus, with three heads," went on Bryda, pointing to Toby.
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