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"But you see this is my share, Mr. Halloway, because I can't help in any better way. I don't know enough to entertain people's guests just by talking to them, as Gerald does. You forget how dull I am." "So I do," said Denham, gravely. "I forget it all the time. Indeed, the forgetfulness has quite become chronic. Now I'll find Olly, and we'll all go at the dishes together and make a game of it."
"Let me look, mother," said Olly, pulling her down to him. Mrs. Norton opened her eyes at him, smiling. "I can't see any dust, father." "Ah, that's because it's fairy dust," said Mr. Norton, gravely. "Now, Olly, don't you eat too much cake, else you won't be able to row." "It'll be my turn first, father," said Milly, "you know I haven't rowed at all yet."
Off ran the three little girls full tilt down the hill leading to Ravensnest, with Olly puffing and panting after them. Milly led the way at first, for she was light and quick, and a very fair runner for her age; but Tiza soon got up to her and passed her, and it was Tiza's little stout legs that arrived first at Ravensnest gate.
"The pork's raw," exclaimed Oliver, who had been hastily investigating the contents of the canvas bag; "but, I say, there's more than pork here. There's a lot o' the little flour-cakes our cook was so fond of makin'." "Good. Now then let us have a search for wood," said Paul. "If we find that, we shall get along well enough till morning. But have a care, Olly, keep from the edge of the cliff.
They went to say good-morning to John Backhouse's cows in the "intake," as he called his top field, and they just peeped over the wall at the fierce young bull he had bought at Penrith fair a few days before, and which looked as if, birthdays or no birthdays, he could have eaten Milly at two mouthfuls, and swallowed Olly down afterwards without knowing it.
Mother, the fly-catchers do fly so krick; I can't see them sometimes when they're flying, they go so fast. Oh, I do wish father would let me get up a ladder to look at them." "No Olly, you'll frighten them," said Milly, putting on her wise face. "Besides, father says you're too little, and you'd tumble down."
"Yes, the sea! the sea!" shouted Olly, careering round the room again; "we'll have buckets and spades, and we'll paddle and catch crabbies, and wet our clothes, and have funny shoes, just like Cromer. And father'll teach me to swim he said he would next time." "No," said Mrs. Norton, for that was the name of Milly's and Oliver's mother. "No, we are not going to the sea this summer.
So Olly went gently up behind his mother, climbed on a stool at the back of her chair, and kissed her softly three times at the back of her head. Mrs. Norton lay still for a few moments after the kisses, with closed eyes. "Ah!" she said at last. "Now I think I've caught one. But it's a very little one, poor little thing. And yet, strange to say, though it's very little, it's very old.
But there's nothing to wash him with here, so he must just go as he is for a bit. Now, Olly, run along and your feet will soon dry. Father's going first, you go next, just where he goes, I'm coming after you, and Milly shall go last. Perhaps in that way we shall get you down safe." "Oh, but, mother, look at my flower," said Olly, holding it up triumphantly. "Isn't it a beauty?"
Sit on my knee Olly. Now, Milly, guess what have father and I just been talking about?" "Sending Olly to school, perhaps," said Milly. "I heard Uncle Richard talking about it yesterday." "That wouldn't be such a nice something," said Olly, making a long face. "I wouldn't like it not a bit. Boys don't never like going to school. I want to learn my lessons with mother."
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