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"Well no, I'm afraid he wouldn't." Robin began to look decidedly adverse to the proposition. "You see Mr. Thrush has always lived in London," began Rosamund explanatorily. "But so've we," interrupted Robin. "But we aren't as old as Mr. Thrush." "Is he very old, mummie? How old is he?" "I don't know, but he's a very great deal older than you are."
It was growing clearer in Ellen's mind, this picture which would tell her why she must not allow Richard to abandon himself to his grief, to his passion. "But, of course, I see it all now. Oh, my darling, darling mummie! I suppose you two wouldn't come to my meeting because you wanted to stay here and play your tricks, and she saw through you and wouldn't leave you alone in the house.
"I suppose," he asked rather forlornly, "when you're married they'll give you a little boy like me, Fairy Lady, won't they?" The clear, warm colour ran up swiftly beneath her skin. "Perhaps so, Topkins," she answered very low. He heaved a big sigh. "He'll be a very lucky little boy," he said plaintively. "If Mummie couldn't have been my mummie, I'd have choosed you."
"I want my mummie! Where's she gone to?" cried the child, suddenly reminded of a loss which he was beginning to forget. But his aunt changed the subject hastily. "Ain't he the livin' image of Jim?" she demanded in a voice of wondering admiration. "Did ever you see the likes of it, father?"
Yet there came a day, about three weeks after his coming, when Roger sat glumly at the midday meal and did not talk, as he had ordinarily done, about the chaps at Exeter, and how there was one chap who could imitate birds' calls so that you couldn't hardly tell the difference, and how another chap had an uncle who was a big grocer and used to send him a box of crystallised fruit at Christmas; and immediately the meal was finished he rose and left the room, instead of waiting about and saying, "I s'pose you aren't going for a walk, are you, mummie?"
After a minute she heard him throw himself over in the bed and kick the clothes and sob fiercely, "Gah! Why can't she come when I call her?" She was back by his bedside in a second, and his arms were round her neck and he was sobbing: "Mummie, mummie, I know I've been naughty!" And as he felt the wetness of her face he cried out, "Oh, mummie, have I made you cry? I will be good! I will be good!
"I'm a funny chap, mummie," he would say bravely, "I can't bear being shut up in the same place for long." And she would nod understandingly and say, "Do as you like, dear, as long as you're happy," because he wanted her to believe him.
Ellen had sat with her feet in a pool and watched the dances over her shoulder. "Mummie," she had said, "we belong to a nation which keeps all its lightness in its feet," and Mrs. Melville had made a sharp remark like the ping of a mosquito about the Irish. Sometimes they would walk along a lane by the beach to Burntisland.
"Mummie," asked the child interestedly, following the Sausage Chappie with his eyes as the latter disappeared towards the kitchen, "why has that man got such a funny face?" "Hush, darling." "Yes, but why HAS he?" "I don't know, darling." The child's faith in the maternal omniscience seemed to have received a shock. He had the air of a seeker after truth who has been baffled.
"Oh, mummie!" gasped Georgina with rapture, "how lovely!" This was a party, and no mistake. "Can I sleep in Mr. Mainwaring's cabin?" "And can I sleep in Mr. Standish's cabin?" echoed Jane earnestly. "And we needn't go to bed for hours and hours, need we?" chimed in Cornelius James.
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