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Updated: June 29, 2025
It sprang upon the deserts, whose lack of water was no deterrent, now always sending little groups ahead like paratroopers or fifthcolumnists; they established positions till the main body came up and consolidated them. It curled up the high mountains, leaving only the snow on their peaks unmolested and it jumped over struggling rivers with the dexterity of a girl playing hopscotch.
Major Millet, who had been in particularly hopscotch, Ri te O! form throughout the evening, was walking back, but Mabel invited him to accompany them in the ancient village fly. "Ri te O!" said Major Millet with enormous enthusiasm. Nona came with them to the door on their departure. Sabre was last down the steps. "Well, I shan't see you again till October," she said. "No, till October."
I look at the vision of the earth to-day, of the great cities rushing together at last and running around the world like children running around a house great cities shouting on the seas, suddenly sliding up and down the globe, playing hopscotch on the equator, scrambling up the poles all these colossal children!... Here we all are! a whiff of steam from the Watts's steam kettle and a wave of Marconi across the air and we have crept up from our little separate sunsets, all our little private national bedrooms of light and darkness into the one single same cunning dooryard of a world!
This was out of what Mabel called his childish and incomprehensible habit of giving nicknames, High Jinks and Low Jinks the outstanding and never-forgiven example of it. "Whatever's the joke of it?" she demanded, when one day she found Sabre speaking of Major Millet, another neighbour and a great friend of hers, as "Old Hopscotch Millet." "Whatever's the joke of it? He doesn't play hopscotch."
The consequence was that that disk missed the whole hopscotch plan a yard or two, and then there was humiliation on one side and laughter on the other. When it rained the passengers had to stay in the house, of course or at least the cabins and amuse themselves with games, reading, looking out of the windows at the very familiar billows, and talking gossip.
He was a boisterous, pallid, nimble, wide-awake, jeering, lad, with a vivacious but sickly air. He went and came, sang, played at hopscotch, scraped the gutters, stole a little, but, like cats and sparrows, gayly laughed when he was called a rogue, and got angry when called a thief. He had no shelter, no bread, no fire, no love; but he was merry because he was free.
Wing was sympathetic when he heard of the tragic fate of the original Many Eyes and did not laugh at her hopscotch successor, but the artist, who was with him, laughed uncontrollably, which hurt Sahwah's feelings and increased the slight antagonism she already had toward him. So she walked away from him, too, and took her place with the contestants, who were forming in a line in the field.
Only the simple and the humble were abroad at that early hour: purveyors of food, in cheerfully rattling carts, or hauling barrows with the help of grave and formidable dogs; washers and cleaners at the doors of highly-decorated villas, amiably performing their tasks while the mighty slept; fishermen and fat fisher-girls, industriously repairing endless brown nets on the other side of the parapet of the road; a postman and a little policeman; a porcelain mender, who practised his trade under the shadow of the wall; a few loafers; some stable-boys exercising horses; and children with adorable dirty faces, shouting in their high treble as they played at hopscotch.
A yellow, oblique-eyed oriental in slippers and long black caftan was balancing himself carelessly on the steps of the basement milk-shop with a bowl of cream in one hand and a loaf of bread in the other. Above on the pavement two boys were playing hopscotch, just below the large red lamp which all night long advertised its "corn-operator" right up to the main thoroughfare.
Then he began to draw a huge rectangle on the clean, stone floor. “Guess,” he said. “Sure and Oi know what ut’s going to be,” smiled Granny. Maida and Rosie watched him closely. Suddenly they both shouted together: “Hopscotch! Hopscotch!” “Right you are!” Billy approved. He searched among the coals in the hod until he found a hard piece of slate.
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