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Henniker's they went, and there, stretched out at length on the wooden veranda before the house, they found the hero of the potatoes, the man who had taken them down to Crinkett's house. He seemed to be fast asleep, but as they came up on the boards, he turned himself on his elbow, and looked at them. 'Well, mates, he said, 'what do you think of Tom Crinkett now you've seen him?
Ten days later the freight rates went up another notch, and there began to be a painful dearth of cars in which to ship the few orders the salesmen were still able to place. Mr. Farley shut his eyes to the portents, put himself recklessly into Mr. Vancourt Henniker's hands as a borrower, and posted a notice of a slashing cut in wages at the works.
"If we could only keep it up a week," said Smith, "I think we could bring them to terms." "Suppose we drop a line to the washerwoman the day before not to call," suggested I. The motion met with universal applause, and I was deputed to carry it out at the proper time. The good lady's address I knew was on a slate in Miss Henniker's pantry.
They put the cane in the fire, and one of the Henniker's reading books, which was lying in the study, they tore into a thousand pieces. They burst into every forbidden nook and cranny of the house. They rushed down to the kitchen and up to the attics. They bawled down the speaking-tube, and danced on the dining-room table.
I could watch the working of his face as he hurriedly folded each paper up into the form of a note, and knew the storm that was going on in his own breast. Certainly Hawkesbury, however good his intentions, was a little aggravating. "Perhaps you'll throw that in over the Henniker's door?" said Smith, handing one of the notes to Hawkesbury.
I got another bad mark during the meal for scooping up the sugar at the bottom of my cup with my spoon. "Surely," thought I, "they'll let us read or play, or do as we like, after tea for a bit?" Vain hope! The meal ended, we again went down to our desks, where sheets of paper were distributed to each, and we were ordered to "write home"! Write home under Miss Henniker's eye!
After a while he recommenced "Who can ever prove that they were Henniker's diamonds?" I started up at the mention of my father's name; I rested with my hands on the floor of the cabin, breathless as to what would come next.
But what he did complain of, and what had roused his temper, was that the last half-sheet of the letter had been deliberately torn off and not given to him. Directly after class he had marched boldly to the Henniker's parlour and knocked at the door. "Come in!" snapped she. Smith did come in, and proceeded to business at once. "You haven't given me all my letter, ma'am," he said.
We therefore accepted the Henniker's departure as a signal for leaving off work and seizing the opportunity to loosen our tongues and look about us. Hawkesbury happened to be sitting next to me. He put down his pen, and, leaning back against the desk behind him, yawned and said, "I say, Batchelor, I hope you and Smith haven't been quarrelling?"
We held mock school in Mr Ladislaw's study, and got Flanagan to dress up in an old gown of the Henniker's, which was found in the boot-room, and enact that favourite character's part, which he did to the life.
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