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Updated: May 9, 2025
"I s'poses," observed Robin meditatively, slightly wrinkling his little nose where the freckles were. "Well, mummie?" "Old people don't generally like to move about much, but I think it would be very good for you and me to go into the country while father's away."
And thank you, mummie...." But she knew that these alterations and inconsistencies of his mood did not matter to their lives any more than the pitch and roll of a steamer travelling through rough weather affects its course.
"But you're frightened!" he said explosively. "I am not." "You are. You think she's come to some harm down on the marshes." He slipped past him and flung open the French window, calling in a thin, whistling voice that could not have been heard fifty yards away: "Mummie! Mummie!" A convulsion of rage ran through Richard.
She is to be imagined as wrenched back, as by a violent hand, across the years, and in the blue frock and the pinafore with a hole in it again, and awfully frightened, terribly unhappy, at the thing she'd heard from Huggo. That was the form her shock took. "Oh, mummie, mummie!" she had cried, running to her; and flap! the house of cards had gone. Her inward cry was now, "The children!
Poor mummie," she added presently, and at the thought of her mother's grief her tears did flow, but she kept quite still, though she saw that her hands had disappeared entirely, and her arms were fast being sucked down.
He'll be here in half-an-hour; we're going to sail the boat in the pond on the Rye, and if it gets across all right he'll take me to the park where there's a big piece of water, twice, three times as big as the water on the Rye. Do you think, mummie, that I shall ever be able to get my boat across such a piece of water as the I've forgotten the name. What do they call it, mummie?"
And then they told her of the conversation which they had had with Poor Jane, and of what she had said about her brother. "But Poor Jane has no brother," said mummie; "he died long ago. Jane's mind has never grown up.
"Huggo, I'm sure that one's too heavy and clumsy." The voice of the little boy with the hat on his ears came, "Mummie, I'd rather have this one because you chose it." Rosalie said to Huggo, "It will weigh down your pocket so." "This one! This one!" cried Huggo and made a vexed movement with a foot.
"Just had to come, mummie; just had to come," Elizabeth cried, giving her mother a rapturous little hug. Mrs. Farnshaw ducked her head to avoid the manoeuvre, saying petulantly: "Look out! Can't you see I'm in th' flour up t' my elbows." Elizabeth flicked her dress sleeve and laughed in merry derision. "Kansas flour brushes off easily, ma," she said, "and I've got something to tell you."
When he saw his mother he ran to her and said: "Mummie, bad, naughty Badshah won't lift me up." He suddenly caught sight of the stranger and paused shyly. "Brian darling, this is a new friend," said his mother, bending down to him. "Won't you shake hands with him?" The child conquered his shyness with an effort and walked over to Frank, holding out his little hand.
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