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Updated: June 8, 2025
I sobbed, as I sat with my hands covering up my face. "All gone;" cried I. "No one left but you and I." "Yes," replied she, "one more." "Who?" cried I, looking up. "God! who is with us always." I heard what she said, but my head was too confused to weigh the words. I remained silent, where I was. A few seconds elapsed, and she spoke again: "Frank Henniker, rise, and listen to me."
'Mother Henniker can tell you that, or any other publican round the country. It never will stick to me. I don't know why, but it never will. I've had my luck, too. Oh, laws! I might have had my house, just as grand as Polly Hooker this moment, only I never could stick to it like Tom Crinkett. I've drank cham paign out of buckets; I have.
Here was the phenomenon not only of our schoolfellow getting publicly censured, but of Mr Hashford backing up Miss Henniker, and Miss Henniker backing up Mr Hashford. Flanagan afterwards confided to me his theory of this unwonted event.
At last Hawkesbury, the "pet" of the school in other words, the only boy who seemed to get on with Miss Henniker and Mr Ladislaw had walked up to Mr Hashford's desk, where the usher sat in temporary authority, and had said, "Oh, Smith, the new boy, hasn't any paper, Mr Hashford." "No, I was told not to give him any," said the usher, terrified lest the Henniker should return.
"Batchelor," whispered Flanagan to me, as we walked two and two to church behind the Henniker that Sunday, "that new fellow's an awfully queer cove. I can't make him out." "Nor can I. But how's he been getting on the last day or two?" "Getting on! You never knew such scenes as we've had. He's afraid of nobody. He licked Philpot to fits on Thursday smashed him, I tell you.
Then every man helped himself to beef, as much as he would, passing the dish round from one to the other. When the meal was half finished, Mrs. Henniker brought in an enormous jorum of tea, which she served out to all the guests in tin pannikins, giving to every man a fixed and ample allowance of brown sugar, without at all consulting his taste. Milk there was none.
There was a brief pause of universal astonishment, then the Henniker demanded, "What is this? Tell me. What is all this, Hawkesbury?" Hawkesbury had risen to his feet, smiling as ever, and brushing the dust from his coat, replied softly, "Nothing, really nothing, ma'am. I fell down, that's all." "I knocked you down!" shouted Smith, panting like a steam-engine, and trembling with excitement.
Vancourt Henniker gave the footman at Rook Hill a hint that for the present the Misses Henniker were not at home to Mr. Thomas Gordon; and if Tom had known it, there were other and similar chastenings lying in wait for him behind more of the colonial doors. But Tom did not know it.
Smith was haled away to justice, where, in addition to a flogging and further term of imprisonment, he was reduced for a given period to a bread-and-water diet, and required publicly to beg Hawkesbury's pardon. That there might be no delay about the execution of the last part of the sentence, the culprit was conducted back forthwith to the schoolroom, accompanied by Miss Henniker and Mr Ladislaw.
It was not often the Henniker inflicted corporal punishment herself; when she did it was pretty smart, as Flanagan found.
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