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He had unwittingly "called" them. Spinrobin's heart leaped with excitement as he listened, for this idea of "Naming True" carried him back to the haunted days of his childhood clairvoyance when he had known Winky. "I don't quite understand, Mr. Skale," he put in, desirous to hear a more detailed explanation. "But presently you shall," was all the clergyman vouchsafed.
They might go for a sort of picnic to Richmond Park, and she must come back to supper. That was his idea, his solution, his inspiration; that she must come; that she must be asked, must be implored to come; but as a guest, in high honor, and in festival. They settled it. And still he lingered awkwardly. "I say is it true that you've left Starker's?" "Yes." "What did you do that for, Winky?"
"Oh, dear," said Phyllis, "I wish we hadn't come!" and she knocked a chair over. "ONLY the rats!" said Peter, in the dark. "What fun!" said Mother, in the dark, feeling for the matches on the table. "How frightened the poor mice were I don't believe they were rats at all." She struck a match and relighted the candle and everyone looked at each other by its winky, blinky light.
That was how she had them, and she knew it, and the Baby knew it; and the two of them simply rode roughshod over Ranny and his remonstrances. "What are you doing there, Winky?" he would say, when he caught her on a Sunday morning in the bathroom, with Baby happy on a blanket at her feet. "Washing Dossie's pinafores," she would sing out. "I wish to Goodness I could stop you." "But you can't.
To learn the name of a thing or person was to know all about them and make them subservient to his will; and "Winky" could only have been a very soft and furry little person, swift as a shadow, nimble as a mouse just the sort of fellow who would make a conical cap out of a girl's fluffy hair ... and love the mischief of doing it. And so with all things: names were vital and important.
"Winky is yours," she would say, "because you made him, but he belongs to me too, because he simply can't live without me!" "Or I without you, Little Magic," he whispered, laughing tenderly. "So, you see, we are all three together." Her face grew slightly troubled. "He only pays me visits, though. Sometimes I think you hide him, or tell him not to come."
'Why, Bill! says she. 'Why, Peggy! says I; and we bussed each other like winky. 'Shall us come together agin? says she. 'Why, no, says I; 'I has a wife wots a good 'un, and gets her bread by setting up as a widder with seven small childern. By the by, Peg, what's a come of your brat? for as you says, sir, Peg had a child put out to her to nurse. Lor', how she cuffed it!
"What with the beautiful flowers and the music and the Emu " "You were sorry, Winky, for that disgraceful bird, and you're not a bit sorry for me." "Why should I be?" "My case is similar." Her eyes were serious still, but round the corners of her mouth a little smile was playing in secret by itself. She didn't know it was there, or she never would have let it play.
Whatever could Violet have been saying about him? Well well he couldn't tell her that he had been as gentle with her as he was with Baby, and that the gentler he was the more Violet was upset. He didn't know that Winky was punishing him in order to punish herself for having given Violet away. "All right, Winky," he said. "If you think I'm such a brute." "I don't think anything of the sort, Ranny.
Presently she lifted her face from his coat, and he saw the tears of mingled pain and happiness in her eyes the eyes of this girl-woman who knew not the common ugly standards of life because no woman had ever told them to her. "You see, Winky is not really mine unless I have some share in making him too," she said very softly. "When I have made him too, then he will stay forever with us, I think."
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