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Updated: June 14, 2025
Vivyan offered up heartfelt thanks and praise to God for past protection, and for now bringing herself and her son together.
Vivyan with a smile, half amused and half sad, "I have known it for a long time, and I have been making arrangements that my little boy knew nothing about." "Oh, well," said Arthur with a deep sigh. "Would you like to see some of the things that you are going to take away with you?" asked his mother.
Then Arthur took out his new pocket knife and carved his name upon the flagstaff. "How odd if anybody sees it while we are away," he thought; "they will wonder whose name it is. Shall I put Arthur T. Vivyan? No, I think not, that might be Thomas. I should not like any one to think my name was Thomas." So, after an hour's diligent labour, the name appeared, "Arthur Trevor Vivyan."
Vivyan had gone into the town, not intending to come back until just before the time, when he would come to fetch Arthur away to the new home, where his heart certainly was not. So they did not speak at all during that hour; only Arthur sat with his head pressed very closely on his mother's shoulder, and holding her hands in both his, as if he would never loosen his hold.
All this was said in a very low, mournful voice; for Arthur felt almost as if he had not strength to cry about it. "Arthur," said Mr. Vivyan, speaking gravely but kindly, "I tell you we would if we could; but you must be contented to believe that it cannot be." "But I am sure it would do me no harm, father; you don't know how much heat I can bear. I believe I am better sometimes in hot weather.
Vivyan put his arm very tightly round Arthur's neck, and gave him such a kiss, as he had never remembered having had from him before. "Now, don't cry, Arthur," he said; for this loving embrace from his father was bringing the tears into his eyes again. "Do you know what I was thinking about, when I was looking out of my window this morning?
"Yes, father," said Arthur, and feeling his father's hand laid so tenderly on his head, he felt more sorry at the thought that he was going than he had ever done before. "I'm very sorry." "But then, don't you see, my boy," Mr. Vivyan said, looking anxious and as if he had great difficulty in expressing himself, "your mother need not stay at home this time?"
"Oh, Harold, do let us go!" said Minnie pitifully. "Well, tell us where you are going then?" Minnie saw that this was the only chance. "We are going to Edgar's room, I shall be back soon, Harold." "Yes; but we wanted Arthur Vivyan to play. Boys are twice the fun of girls."
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