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As he examined it from day to day, and every day thought it improving, he longed to thank his friend Maurice for it; and he often mounted into his crab-tree, to look into Maurice's garden, in hopes of seeing his tulip also in full bloom and beauty. He never could see it. The day of the florist's feast arrived, and Oakly went with his son and the fine tulip to the place of meeting.
Do you know, father, I have often sat for an hour at a time up in that crab-tree, looking at Maurice at work in his garden, and wishing that I was at work with him." Here Arthur was interrupted by the attorney, who came to ask Mr. Oakly some question about the lawsuit concerning the plum-tree.
Alas! he knew not in what a dangerous situation he had placed it. One of his own Brobdingnag raspberry-plants, swung by the angry arm of Oakly, struck off the head of his precious tulip! Arthur, who was full of the thought of convincing his father that the attorney was mistaken in his judgment of poor Maurice, did not observe the fall of the tulip.
This request was granted; but when Arthur further begged to know what reason he might give for this separation, his father refused to tell his reasons. The two friends took leave of one another very sorrowfully. Mr. Grant, when he heard of all this, endeavoured to discover what could have offended his neighbour; but all explanation was prevented by the obstinate silence of Oakly.
"Offer them to the father offer them to Mr. Grant," whispered Oakly; "he'll take them, I'll answer for it." Mr. Oakly was mistaken: the father would not accept of the tools. Mr. Oakly stood surprised "Certainly," said he to himself, "this cannot be such a miser as I took him for"; and he walked immediately up to Grant, and bluntly said to him, "Mr.
Oakly paid his attorney ten golden guineas, remarked that it was a great sum for him to pay, and that nothing but the love of justice could make him persevere in this lawsuit about a bit of ground, "which, after all," said he, "is not worth twopence. The plum- tree does me little or no damage, but I don't like to be imposed upon by a Scotchman."
"I fancy, father," said he, "those things are for you, for there is a little note directed to you, in Maurice's handwriting. Shall I bring it to you?" "Yes, let me read it, child, since I must." It contained these words: "DEAR MR. OAKLY, I don't know why you have quarrelled with us; I am very sorry for it. But though you are angry with me, I am not angry with you.
"Somebody who threw the raspberry-plants back again over the wall," replied Maurice. "That was me that somebody was me," said Oakly. "I scorn to deny it; but I did not intend to break your tulip, Maurice." "Dear Maurice," said Arthur "you know I may call him dear Maurice now you are by, papa; here are all the garden-tools; take them, and welcome." "Not one of them," said Maurice, drawing back.
Grant, your son has behaved very handsomely to my son; and you seem to be glad of it." "To be sure I am," said Grant "Which," continued Oakly, "gives me a better opinion of you than ever I had before I mean, than ever I had since the day you sent me the shabby answer about those foolish, what d'ye call em, cursed raspberries."
Perhaps this was the thing that has made you so angry with us all; for you never have come to see father since that evening. Now I have told you all I know; and so I hope you will not be angry with us any longer." Mr. Oakly was much pleased by this openness, and said, "Why now, Arthur, this is something like, this is telling one the thing one wants to know, without fine speeches.
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