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"Why," said Winny, counting them off on her fingers, "you've got a father and a mother and new tires to your bike. "It is a tidy tie," Ranny admitted, smiling because of the buttercups. "But me hat's a bit rocky." "Quite a good hat," said Winny, looking at it with her little head on one side. "And you've won the silver cup for the Wandsworth Hurdle Race. What more do you want?"
Miss Winny was his pet, because when the little girls with more openness and candour than civility, expressed their horror of a black cook, Winny had endeavoured to soften the matter as much as possible, declaring that even if he had a black face he had whiter teeth than anybody else, and she was sure that if he could he would have washed himself long ago, "Besides," she ended, "he is so kind and gentle, that I am sure his mind and soul are white."
She dragged herself downstairs and sat red-eyed through the dinner, the materials for the picnic which Winny had unpacked and spread. The day wore on. Violet dragged herself to her bed again, and lay there all afternoon while Ransome hung about the house and garden, unable to think, unable to work, or take an interest in anything. He was oppressed by a sense of irremediable calamity.
"What be they all for?" "Why so you can buy things and sell them, and keep accounts, and everything." "Then I ought to know 'em, 'cause that's what I'm doing. Do you know 'em?" "I'm studying arithmetic, and I'm as far as fractions." "Will you show 'em to me?" "Mother," said Winny, turning despairing eyes on the attentive old lady, "he's such a funny boy. I don't know what to make of him."
Maria and Annie "caught" Winny Curtis, as Aggie had proposed; but the information they succeeded in getting from him was limited, for the reason that he knew nothing of the boys' plans.
Winny had laid it down as a law for Ranny that Violet was never to be left for very long to herself, if he wanted her to be happy. And, of course, he wanted her to be happy. But if ever there was a moment when he could leave her with a clear conscience it was when she was dressmaking. She gave herself to it with passion, with absorption.
Everything, he answered, gloomily, was wrong. "What an idea!" said Winny. It was an idea, he said, if it was nothing else. At any rate, it was his idea. And Winny wanted to know what made him have it. "Oh, I dunno. There are things a fellow wants he hasn't got." "What sort of things?" "All sorts." "Well don't think about them. Think," said Winny, "of the things you have got." "What things?"
Of course it couldn't really please him to think that Winny worked for him for nothing; but to know that she was there, moving about his house, loving and caring for his child as he loved and cared for it, whether it was sick or well, clean or dirty, gave him pleasure that when he thought about it too much became as poignant as pain.
"Well you see how comical he is." "Yes. I see it." There was something about everything that was Ranny's, something that touched her, something that made her love it, because she loved him. Winny couldn't have burst out laughing in its face. "I'm glad I came," she said. "Because now I can see you." He misunderstood. "I hope you will, Winky very often." "I mean see you when you're not there."
He more than suspected that this was "cock-a-tree"; but it made him desperate, so that he said, "Well how about to-night?" Well to-night she'd promised Winny she'd be good and go to church. If he had been madder, if he'd been more set on it, he would have gone off with her that minute; he would have persuaded her to give up church; he himself would have broken his promise to old Wauchope.
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