The Story of the Treasure Seekers....................................................................................................................1

This is the story of the different ways we looked for treasure, and I think when you have read it you will see

There are some things I must tell before I begin to tell about the treasureseeking, because I have read books

myself, and I know how beastly it is when a story begins, "'Alas!" said Hildegarde with a deep sigh, "we must

look our last on this ancestral home"' and then some one else says something and you don't know for

pages and pages where the home is, or who Hildegarde is, or anything about it. Our ancestral home is in the

Lewisham Road. It is semidetached and has a garden, not a large one. We are the Bastables. There are six of

us besides Father. Our Mother is dead, and if you think we don't care because I don't tell you much about her

you only show that you do not understand people at all. Dora is the eldest. Then Oswald and then Dicky.

Oswald won the Latin prize at his preparatory school and Dicky is good at sums. Alice and Noel are twins:

they are ten, and Horace Octavius is my youngest brother. It is one of us that tells this story but I shall not

tell you which: only at the very end perhaps I will. While the story is going on you may be trying to guess,

only I bet you don't. It was Oswald who first thought of looking for treasure. Oswald often thinks of very

interesting things. And directly he thought of it he did not keep it to himself, as some boys would have done,

'I'll tell you what, we must go and seek for treasure: it is always what you do to restore the fallen fortunes of

Dora said it was all very well. She often says that. She was trying to mend a large hole in one of Noel's

stockings. He tore it on a nail when we were playing shipwrecked mariners on top of the chickenhouse the

day H. O. fell off and cut his chin: he has the scar still. Dora is the only one of us who ever tries to mend

anything. Alice tries to make things sometimes. Once she knitted a red scarf for Noel because his chest is

delicate, but it was much wider at one end than the other, and he wouldn't wear it. So we used it as a pennon,

and it did very well, because most of our things are black or grey since Mother died; and scarlet was a nice

change. Father does not like you to ask for new things. That was one way we had of knowing that the

fortunes of the ancient House of Bastable were really fallen. Another way was that there was no more

pocketmoney except a penny now and then to the little ones, and people did not come to dinner any more,

like they used to, with pretty dresses, driving up in cabs and the carpets got holes in them and when the

legs came off things they were not sent to be mended, and we gave UP having the gardener except for the

front garden, and not that very often. And the silver in the big oak platechest that is lined with green baize

all went away to the shop to have the dents and scratches taken out of it, and it never came back. We think

Father hadn't enough money to pay the silver man for taking out the dents and scratches. The new spoons and

forks were yellowywhite, and not so heavy as the old ones, and they never shone after the first day or two.

Father was very ill after Mother died; and while he was ill his businesspartner went to Spain and there was

never much money afterwards. I don't know why. Then the servants left and there was only one, a General. A

great deal of your comfort and happiness depends on having a good General. The last but one was nice: she

used to make jolly good currant puddings for us, and let us have the dish on the floor and pretend it was a

wild boar we were killing with our forks. But the General we have now nearly always makes sago puddings,

and they are the watery kind, and you cannot pretend anything with them, not even islands, like you do with

Then we left off going to school, and Father said we should go to a good school as soon as he could manage

it. He said a holiday would do us all good. We thought he was right, but we wished he had told us he couldn't

Then a great many people used to come to the door with envelopes with no stamps on them, and sometimes

they got very angry, and said they were calling for the last time before putting it in other hands. I asked Eliza

And once a long, blue paper came; a policeman brought it, and we were so frightened. But Father said it was

all right, only when he went up to kiss the girls after they were in bed they said he had been crying, though

I'm sure that's not true. Because only cowards and snivellers cry, and my Father is the bravest man in the

So you see it was time we looked for treasure and Oswald said so, and Dora said it was all very well. But the

others agreed with Oswald. So we held a council. Dora was in the chair the big diningroom chair, that we

let the fireworks off from, the Fifth of November when we had the measles and couldn't do it in the garden.

The hole has never been mended, so now we have that chair in the nursery, and I think it was cheap at the

'We must do something,' said Alice, 'because the exchequer is empty.' She rattled the moneybox as she

spoke, and it really did rattle because we always keep the bad sixpence in it for luck.

'Yes but what shall we do?' said Dicky. 'It's so jolly easy to say let's do something.' Dicky always wants

'Let's read all the books again. We shall get lots of ideas out of them.' It was Noel who suggested this, but we

made him shut up, because we knew well enough he only wanted to get back to his old books. Noel is a poet.

He sold some of his poetry once and it was printed, but that does not come in this part of the story.

Then Dicky said, 'Look here. We'll be quite quiet for ten minutes by the clock and each think of some way

to find treasure. And when we've thought we'll try all the ways one after the other, beginning with the eldest.'

'I shan't be able to think in ten minutes, make it half an hour,' said H. O. His real name is Horace Octavius,

but we call him H. O. because of the advertisement, and it's not so very long ago he was afraid to pass the

hoarding where it says 'Eat H. O.' in big letters. He says it was when he was a little boy, but I remember last

Christmas but one, he woke in the middle of the night crying and howling, and they said it was the pudding.

But he told me afterwards he had been dreaming that they really had come to eat H. O., and it couldn't have

Well, we made it half an hour and we all sat quiet, and thought and thought. And I made up my mind

before two minutes were over, and I saw the others had, all but Dora, who is always an awful time over

everything. I got pins and needles in my leg from sitting still so long, and when it was seven minutes H. O.

H. O. is eight years old, but he cannot tell the clock yet. Oswald could tell the clock when he was six.

We all stretched ourselves and began to speak at once, but Dora put up her hands to her ears and said

'One at a time, please. We aren't playing Babel.' (It is a very good game. Did you ever play it?)

So Dora made us all sit in a row on the floor, in ages, and then she pointed at us with the finger that had the

brass thimble on. Her silver one got lost when the last General but two went away. We think she must have

forgotten it was Dora's and put it in her box by mistake. She was a very forgetful girl. She used to forget what

Oswald spoke first. 'I think we might stop people on Blackheath with crape masks and horsepistols and

say "Your money or your life! Resistance is useless, we are armed to the teeth" like Dick Turpin and

Claude Duval. It wouldn't matter about not having horses, because coaches have gone out too.'

Dora screwed up her nose the way she always does when she is going to talk like the good elder sister in

books, and said, 'That would be very wrong: it's like pickpocketing or taking pennies out of Father's

I must say I don't think she need have said that, especially before the little ones for it was when I was only

'Oh, very well. I can think of lots of other ways. We could rescue an old gentleman from deadly

'There aren't any,' said Dora. 'Oh, well, it's all the same from deadly peril, then. There's plenty of that. Then

he would turn out to be the Prince of Wales, and he would say, "My noble, my cherished preserver! Here is a

She said, 'I think we might try the divining rod. I'm sure I could do it. I've often read about it. You hold a

stick in your hands, and when you come to where there is gold underneath the stick kicks about. So you

'Oh,' said Dora suddenly, 'I have an idea. But I'll say last. I hope the diviningrod isn't wrong. I believe it's

'Let's be Bandits,' said H. O. 'I dare say it's wrong but it would be fun pretending.'

And Dicky said she thought everything wrong. She said she didn't, and Dicky was very disagreeable. So

Oswald had to make peace, and he said 'Dora needn't play if she doesn't want to. Nobody asked her. And,

Dora and Dicky did not look pleased, but I kicked Noel under the table to make him hurry up, and then he

said he didn't think he wanted to play any more. That's the worst of it. The others are so jolly ready to quarrel.

I told Noel to be a man and not a snivelling pig, and at last he said he had not made up his mind whether he

'Whichever it is,' he added, 'none of you shall want for anything, though Oswald did kick me, and say I was a

'I didn't,' said Oswald, 'I told you not to be.' And Alice explained to him that that was quite the opposite of

'You must all of you have noticed the advertisements in the papers, telling you that ladies and gentlemen can

easily earn two pounds a week in their spare time, and to send two shillings for sample and instructions,

carefully packed free from observation. Now that we don't go to school all our time is spare time. So I should

think we could easily earn twenty pounds a week each. That would do us very well. We'll try some of the

other things first, and directly we have any money we'll send for the sample and instructions. And I have

But Dicky said, 'No.' That is Dicky all over. He never will show you anything he's making till it's quite

finished, and the same with his inmost thoughts. But he is pleased if you seem to want to know, so Oswald

'Keep your silly old secret, then. Now, Dora, drive ahead. We've all said except you.'

Then Dora jumped up and dropped the stocking and the thimble (it rolled away, and we did not find it for

Let's dig for treasure. Not any tiresome diviningrod but just plain digging. People who dig for treasure

always find it. And then we shall be rich and we needn't try your ways at all. Some of them are rather

difficult: and I'm certain some of them are wrong and we must always remember that wrong things '

I couldn't help wondering as we went down to the garden, why Father had never thought of digging there for

I am afraid the last chapter was rather dull. It is always dull in books when people talk and talk, and don't do

anything, but I was obliged to put it in, or else you wouldn't have understood all the rest. The best part of

books is when things are happening. That is the best part of real things too. This is why I shall not tell you in

this story about all the days when nothing happened. You will not catch me saying, 'thus the sad days passed

slowly by' or 'the years rolled on their weary course' or 'time went on' because it is silly; of course time

goes on whether you say so or not. So I shall just tell you the nice, interesting parts and in between you

will understand that we had our meals and got up and went to bed, and dull things like that. It would be

sickening to write all that down, though of course it happens. I said so to Albertnextdoor's uncle, who

writes books, and he said, 'Quite right, that's what we call selection, a necessity of true art.' And he is very

I have often thought that if the people who write books for children knew a little more it would be better. I

shall not tell you anything about us except what I should like to know about if I was reading the story and you

were writing it. Albert's uncle says I ought to have put this in the preface, but I never read prefaces, and it is

not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of this.

Well, when we had agreed to dig for treasure we all went down into the cellar and lighted the gas. Oswald

would have liked to dig there, but it is stone flags. We looked among the old boxes and broken chairs and

fenders and empty bottles and things, and at last we found the spades we had to dig in the sand with when we

went to the seaside three years ago. They are not silly, babyish, wooden spades, that split if you look at them,

but good iron, with a blue mark across the top of the iron part, and yellow wooden handles. We wasted a little

time getting them dusted, because the girls wouldn't dig with spades that had cobwebs on them. Girls would

never do for African explorers or anything like that, they are too beastly particular.

It was no use doing the thing by halves. We marked out a sort of square in the mouldy part of the garden,

about three yards across, and began to dig. But we found nothing except worms and stones and the ground

was very hard. So we thought we'd try another part of the garden, and we found a place in the big round

flower bed, where the ground was much softer. We thought we'd make a smaller hole to begin with, and it

was much better. We dug and dug and dug, and it was jolly hard work! We got very hot digging, but we

Presently Albertnextdoor looked over the wall. We do not like him very much, but we let him play with us

sometimes, because his father is dead, and you must not be unkind to orphans, even if their mothers are alive.

Albert is always very tidy. He wears frilly collars and velvet knickerbockers. I can't think how he can bear to.

'We're digging for treasure,' said Alice; 'an ancient parchment revealed to us the place of concealment. Come

over and help us. When we have dug deep enough we shall find a great pot of red clay, full of gold and

He cannot play properly at all. It is very strange, because he has a very nice uncle. You see,

Albertnextdoor doesn't care for reading, and he has not read nearly so many books as we have, so he is

very foolish and ignorant, but it cannot be helped, and you just have to put up with it when you want him to

do anything. Besides, it is wrong to be angry with people for not being so clever as you are yourself. It is not

So Oswald said, 'Come and dig! Then you shall share the treasure when we've found it.'

'Come along and dig, there's a good boy,' Alice said. 'You can use my spade. It's much the best '

So he came along and dug, and when once he was over the wall we kept him at it, and we worked as well, of

course, and the hole got deep. Pincher worked too he is our dog and he is very good at digging. He digs for

rats in the dustbin sometimes, and gets very dirty. But we love our dog, even when his face wants washing.

'I expect we shall have to make a tunnel,' Oswald said, 'to reach the rich treasure.' So he jumped into the hole

and began to dig at one side. After that we took it in turns to dig at the tunnel, and Pincher was most useful in

scraping the earth out of the tunnel he does it with his back feet when you say 'Rats!' and he digs with his

At last the tunnel was nearly a yard long, and big enough to creep along to find the treasure, if only it had

'Take your turn like a man,' said Oswald nobody can say that Oswald doesn't take his turn like a man. But

'It's quite easy,' Alice said. 'You just crawl in and dig with your hands. Then when you come out we can

scrape out what you've done, with the spades. Come be a man. You won't notice it being dark in the tunnel

if you shut your eyes tight. We've all been in except Dora and she doesn't like worms.'

'I don't like worms neither.' Albertnextdoor said this; but we remembered how he had picked a fat red and

black worm up in his fingers and thrown it at Dora only the day before. So we put him in.

But he would not go in head first, the proper way, and dig with his hands as we had done, and though Oswald

was angry at the time, for he hates snivellers, yet afterwards he owned that perhaps it was just as well. You

should never be afraid to own that perhaps you were mistaken but it is cowardly to do it unless you are

'Let me go in feet first,' said Albertnextdoor. 'I'll dig with my boots I will truly, honour bright.'

So we let him get in feet first and he did it very slowly and at last he was in, and only his head sticking out

'Now dig with your boots,' said Oswald; 'and, Alice, do catch hold of Pincher, he'll be digging again in

another minute, and perhaps it would be uncomfortable for Albert if Pincher threw the mould into his eyes.'

You should always try to think of these little things. Thinking of other people's comfort makes them like you.

Alice held Pincher, and we all shouted, 'Kick! dig with your feet, for all you're worth!'

So Albertnextdoor began to dig with his feet, and we stood on the ground over him, waiting and all in a

minute the ground gave way, and we tumbled together in a heap: and when we got up there was a little

shallow hollow where we had been standing, and Albertnextdoor was under neath, stuck quite fast,

because the roof of the tunnel had tumbled in on him. He is a horribly unlucky boy to have anything to do

It was dreadful the way he cried and screamed, though he had to own it didn't hurt, only it was rather heavy

and he couldn't move his legs. We would have dug him out all right enough, in time, but he screamed so we

were afraid the police would come, so Dicky climbed over the wall, to tell the cook there to tell

Albertnextdoor's uncle he had been buried by mistake, and to come and help dig him out.

Dicky was a long time gone. We wondered what had become of him, and all the while the screaming went on

and on, for we had taken the loose earth off Albert's face so that he could scream quite easily and

Presently Dicky came back and Albertnextdoor's uncle came with him. He has very long legs, and his hair

is light and his face is brown. He has been to sea, but now he writes books. I like him.

He told his nephew to stow it, so Albert did, and then he asked him if he was hurt and Albert had to say he

wasn't, for though he is a coward, and very unlucky, he is not a liar like some boys are.

'This promises to be a protracted if agreeable task,' said Albertnextdoor's uncle, rubbing his hands and

looking at the hole with Albert's head in it. 'I will get another spade,' so he fetched the big spade out of the

'Mind you keep very still,' he said, 'or I might chunk a bit out of you with the spade.' Then after a while he

'I confess that I am not absolutely insensible to the dramatic interest of the situation. My curiosity is excited. I

own that I should like to know how my nephew happened to be buried. But don't tell me if you'd rather not. I

'Only moral force,' said Alice. They used to talk a lot about moral force at the High School where she went,

and in case you don't know what it means I'll tell you that it is making people do what they don't want to, just

by slanging them, or laughing at them, or promising them things if they're good.

'Well,' Dora said, 'I'm very sorry it happened to Albert I'd rather it had been one of us. It would have been

my turn to go into the tunnel, only I don't like worms, so they let me off. You see we were digging for

'Yes,' said Alice, 'and I think we were just coming to the underground passage that leads to the secret hoard,

Then Albertnextdoor began to scream again, and his uncle wiped his face his own face, not Albert's

with his silk handkerchief, and then he put it in his trousers pocket. It seems a strange place to put a

handkerchief, but he had his coat and waistcoat off and I suppose he wanted the handkerchief handy. Digging

He told Albertnextdoor to drop it, or he wouldn't proceed further in the matter, so Albert stopped

screaming, and presently his uncle finished digging him out. Albert did look so funny, with his hair all dusty

and his velvet suit covered with mould and his face muddy with earth and crying.

We all said how sorry we were, but he wouldn't say a word back to us. He was most awfully sick to think he'd

been the one buried, when it might just as well have been one of us. I felt myself that it was hard lines.

'So you were digging for treasure,' said Albertnextdoor's uncle, wiping his face again with his

handkerchief. 'Well, I fear that your chances of success are small. I have made a careful study of the whole

subject. What I don't know about buried treasure is not worth knowing. And I never knew more than one coin

He pointed to something shining in the hole he had just dragged Albert out of. Oswald picked it up. It was a

halfcrown. We looked at each other, speechless with surprise and delight, like in books.

'It's fourpence something; I can't do fractions,' said Dicky; 'there are seven of us, you see.'

'Of course,' said Alice; 'and I say, he was buried after all. Why shouldn't we let him have the odd somethings,

We all agreed to do this, and told Albertnextdoor we would bring his share as soon as we could get the

halfcrown changed. He cheered up a little at that, and his uncle wiped his face again he did look hot and

When he had done it he stooped and picked up something. He held it up, and you will hardly believe it, but it

'To think that there should be two!' he said; 'in all my experience of buried treasure I never heard of such a

I wish Albertnextdoor's uncle would come treasureseeking with us regularly; he must have very sharp

eyes: for Dora says she was looking just the minute before at the very place where the second halfcrown

The next thing that happened to us was very interesting. It was as real as the halfcrowns not just

pretending. I shall try to write it as like a real book as I can. Of course we have read Mr Sherlock Holmes, as

well as the yellowcovered books with pictures outside that are so badly printed; and you get them for

fourpencehalfpenny at the bookstall when the corners of them are beginning to curl up and get dirty, with

people looking to see how the story ends when they are waiting for trains. I think this is most unfair to the

boy at the bookstall. The books are written by a gentleman named Gaboriau, and Albert's uncle says they are

the worst translations in the world and written in vile English. Of course they're not like Kipling, but they're

jolly good stories. And we had just been reading a book by Dick Diddlington that's not his right name, but I

know all about libel actions, so I shall not say what his name is really, because his books are rot. Only they

It was in September, and we were not to go to the seaside because it is so expensive, even if you go to

Sheerness, where it is all tin cans and old boots and no sand at all. But every one else went, even the people

Their servant told Eliza they were all going to Scarborough, and next day sure enough all the blinds were

down and the shutters up, and the milk was not left any more. There is a big horsechestnut tree between

their garden and ours, very useful for getting conkers out of and for making stuff to rub on your chilblains.

This prevented our seeing whether the blinds were down at the back as well, but Dicky climbed to the top of

the tree and looked, and they were. It was jolly hot weather, and very stuffy indoors we used to play a good

deal in the garden. We made a tent out of the kitchen clotheshorse and some blankets off our beds, and

though it was quite as hot in the tent as in the house it was a very different sort of hotness. Albert's uncle

called it the Turkish Bath. It is not nice to be kept from the seaside, but we know that we have much to be

thankful for. We might be poor little children living in a crowded alley where even at summer noon hardly a

ray of sunlight penetrates; clothed in rags and with bare feet though I do not mind holes in my clothes

myself, and bare feet would not be at all bad in this sort of weather. Indeed we do, sometimes, when we are

playing at things which require it. It was shipwrecked mariners that day, I remember, and we were all in the

blanket tent. We had just finished eating the things we had saved, at the peril of our lives, from the stsinking

vessel. They were rather nice things. Twopennyworth of coconut candy it was got in Greenwich, where it

is four ounces a penny three apples, some macaroni the straight sort that is so useful to suck things

through some raw rice, and a large piece of cold suet pudding that Alice nicked from the larder when she

Oswald thinks he said it, and Dora says it was Dicky, but Oswald is too much of a man to quarrel about a

'I should like to be a detective,' said perhaps it was Dicky, but I think not 'and find out strange and hidden

'Not so very,' Alice said, 'because when you've read the books you know what the things mean: the red hair

on the handle of the knife, or the grains of white powder on the velvet collar of the villain's overcoat. I

'I shouldn't like to have anything to do with murders,' said Dora; 'somehow it doesn't seem safe '

We explained to her why murderers have to be hanged, but she only said, 'I don't care. I'm sure no one would

ever do murdering twice. Think of the blood and things, and what you would see when you woke up in the

night! I shouldn't mind being a detective to lie in wait for a gang of coiners, now, and spring upon them

unawares, and secure them singlehanded, you know, or with only my faithful bloodhound.'

She stroked Pincher's ears, but he had gone to sleep because he knew well enough that all the suet pudding

was finished. He is a very sensible dog. 'You always get hold of the wrong end of the stick,' Oswald said.

'You can't choose what crimes you'll be a detective about. You just have to get a suspicious circumstance, and

then you look for a clue and follow it up. Whether it turns out a murder or a missing will is just a fluke.'

'That's one way,' Dicky said. 'Another is to get a paper and find two advertisements or bits of news that fit.

Like this: "Young Lady Missing," and then it tells about all the clothes she had on, and the gold locket she

wore, and the colour of her hair, and all that; and then in another piece of the paper you see, "Gold locket

We sent H. O. for the paper at once, but we could not make any of the things fit in. The two best were about

how some burglars broke into a place in Holloway where they made preserved tongues and invalid delicacies,

and carried off a lot of them. And on another page there was, 'Mysterious deaths in Holloway.'

Oswald thought there was something in it, and so did Albert's uncle when we asked him, but the others

thought not, so Oswald agreed to drop it. Besides, Holloway is a long way off. All the time we were talking

about the paper Alice seemed to be thinking about something else, and when we had done she said

'I believe we might be detectives ourselves, but I should not like to get anybody into trouble.'

'It wouldn't be murderers,' she said; 'but I have noticed something strange. Only I feel a little frightened. Let's

Alice is a jolly sight too fond of asking grownUP people things. And we all said it was tommyrot, and she

'Well, promise you won't do anything without me,' Alice said, and we promised. Then she said 'This is a

dark secret, and any one who thinks it is better not to be involved in a career of crime discovery had better

So Dora said she had had enough of tents, and she was going to look at the shops. H. O. went with her

because he had twopence to spend. They thought it was only a game of Alice's but Oswald knew by the way

she spoke. He can nearly always tell. And when people are not telling the truth Oswald generally knows by

the way they look with their eyes. Oswald is not proud of being able to do this. He knows it is through no

'Well,' Alice said, 'you know the house next door? The people have gone to Scarborough. And the house is

We asked her how and when, because her room is in the front, and she couldn't possibly have seen. And then

'I'll tell you if you boys will promise not ever to go fishing again without me.' So we had to promise. Then

'It was last night. I had forgotten to feed my rabbits and I woke up and remembered it. And I was afraid I

'It wasn't my fault,' Oswald said; 'there was something the matter with the beasts. I fed them right enough.'

'I came down into the garden, and I saw a light in the house, and dark figures moving about. I thought

perhaps it was burglars, but Father hadn't come home, and Eliza had gone to bed, so I couldn't do anything.

'Why didn't you tell us this morning?' Noel asked. And Alice explained that she did not want to get any one

into trouble, even burglars. 'But we might watch tonight,' she said, 'and see if we see the light again.'

'They might have been burglars,' Noel said. He was sucking the last bit of his macaroni. 'You know the

people next door are very grand. They won't know us and they go out in a real private carriage sometimes.

And they have an "At Home" day, and people come in cabs. I daresay they have piles of plate and jewellery

and rich brocades, and furs of price and things like that. Let us keep watch tonight.'

'It's no use watching tonight,' Dicky said; 'if it's only burglars they won't come again. But there are other

things besides burglars that are discovered in empty houses where lights are seen moving.'

'You mean coiners,' said Oswald at once. 'I wonder what the reward is for setting the police on their track?'

Dicky thought it ought to be something fat, because coiners are always a desperate gang; and the machinery

Then it was teatime, and we went in; and Dora and H. O. had clubbed their money together and bought a

melon; quite a big one, and only a little bit squashy at one end. It was very good, and then we washed the

seeds and made things with them and with pins and cotton. And nobody said any more about watching the

Only when we went to bed Dicky took off his coat and waistcoat, but he stopped at his braces, and said

Oswald had taken off his collar and tie, and he was just going to say the same, so he said, 'Of course I meant

Dicky said he did not think the girls ought to be in it, because there might be danger, but Oswald reminded

him that they had promised Alice, and that a promise is a sacred thing, even when you'd much rather not. So

Oswald got Alice alone under pretence of showing her a caterpillar Dora does not like them, and she

screamed and ran away when Oswald offered to show it her. Then Oswald explained, and Alice agreed to

come and watch if she could. This made us later than we ought to have been, because Alice had to wait till

Dora was quiet and then creep out very slowly, for fear of the boards creaking. The girls sleep with their

roomdoor open for fear of burglars. Alice had kept on her clothes under her nightgown when Dora wasn't

looking, and presently we got down, creeping past Father's study, and out at the glass door that leads on to the

veranda and the iron steps into the garden. And we went down very quietly, and got into the chestnuttree;

and then I felt that we had only been playing what Albert's uncle calls our favourite instrument I mean the

Fool. For the house next door was as dark as dark. Then suddenly we heard a sound it came from the gate

at the end of the garden. All the gardens have gates; they lead into a kind of lane that runs behind them. It is a

sort of back way, very convenient when you don't want to say exactly where you are going. We heard the

gate at the end of the next garden click, and Dicky nudged Alice so that she would have fallen out of the tree

if it had not been for Oswald's extraordinary presence of mind. Oswald squeezed Alice's arm tight, and we all

looked; and the others were rather frightened because really we had not exactly expected anything to happen

except perhaps a light. But now a muffled figure, shrouded in a dark cloak, came swiftly up the path of the

nextdoor garden. And we could see that under its cloak the figure carried a mysterious burden. The figure

We held our breath as it passed under the tree where we were, and then it tapped very gently on the back door

and was let in, and then a light appeared in the window of the downstairs back breakfastroom. But the

Dicky said, 'My eye!' and wouldn't the others be sick to think they hadn't been in this! But Alice didn't half

like it and as she is a girl I do not blame her. Indeed, I thought myself at first that perhaps it would be better

to retire for the present, and return later with a strongly armed force. 'It's not burglars,' Alice whispered; 'the

mysterious Stranger was bringing things in, not taking them out. They must be coiners and oh, Oswald!

don't let's! The things they coin with must hurt very much. Do let's go to bed!'

But Dicky said he was going to see; if there was a reward for finding out things like this he would like to

'They locked the back door,' he whispered, 'I heard it go. And I could look in quite well through the holes in

the shutters and be back over the wall long before they'd got the door open, even if they started to do it at

There were holes at the top of the shutters the shape of hearts, and the yellow light came out through them as

Oswald said if Dicky went he should, because he was the eldest; and Alice said, 'If any one goes it ought to

So Oswald said, 'Well, go then'; and she said, 'Not for anything!' And she begged us not to, and we talked

Alice was to stay in the tree, and scream 'Murder!' if anything happened. Dicky and I were to get down into

So we got down as quietly as we could, but the tree made much more noise than it does in the day, and

There was a pile of red flowerpots under the window and one very large one was on the windowledge. It

seemed as if it was the hand of Destiny had placed it there, and the geranium in it was dead, and there was

nothing to stop your standing on it so Oswald did. He went first because he is the eldest, and though Dicky

tried to stop him because he thought of it first it could not be, on account of not being able to say anything.

So Oswald stood on the flowerpot and tried to look through one of the holes. He did not really expect to see

the coiners at their fell work, though he had pretended to when we were talking in the tree. But if he had seen

them pouring the base molten metal into tin moulds the shape of halfcrowns he would not have been half so

At first he could see little, because the hole had unfortunately been made a little too high, so that the eye of

the detective could only see the Prodigal Son in a shiny frame on the opposite wall. But Oswald held on to

There was no furnace, and no base metal, no bearded men in leathern aprons with tongs and things, but just a

table with a tablecloth on it for supper, and a tin of salmon and a lettuce and some bottled beer. And there

on a chair was the cloak and the hat of the mysterious stranger, and the two people sitting at the table were

the two youngest grownup daughters of the lady next door, and one of them was saying

'So I got the salmon threehalfpence cheaper, and the lettuces are only six a penny in the Broad way, just

fancy! We must save as much as ever we can on our housekeeping money if we want to go away decent next

And the other said, 'I wish we could all go every year, or else Really, I almost wish '

And all the time Oswald was looking Dicky was pulling at his jacket to make him get down and let Dicky

have a squint. And just as she said 'I almost,' Dicky pulled too hard and Oswald felt himself toppling on the

giddy verge of the big flowerpots. Putting forth all his strength our hero strove to recover his equi

'You've done it this time!' he said, then he fell heavily among the flowerpots piled below. He heard them

crash and rattle and crack, and then his head struck against an iron pillar used for holding up the nextdoor

Now you will perhaps expect that at this moment Alice would have cried 'Murder!' If you think so you little

know what girls are. Directly she was left alone in that tree she made a bolt to tell Albert's uncle all about it

and bring him to our rescue in case the coiner's gang was a very desperate one. And just when I fell, Albert's

uncle was getting over the wall. Alice never screamed at all when Oswald fell, but Dicky thinks he heard

Albert's uncle say, 'Confound those kids!' which would not have been kind or polite, so I hope he did not say

The people next door did not come out to see what the row was. Albert's uncle did not wait for them to come

out. He picked up Oswald and carried the insensible body of the gallant young detective to the wall, laid it on

the top, and then climbed over and bore his lifeless burden into our house and put it on the sofa in Father's

study. Father was out, so we needn't have crept so when we were getting into the garden. Then Oswald was

restored to consciousness, and his head tied up, and sent to bed, and next day there was a lump on his young

Albert's uncle came in next day and talked to each of us separately. To Oswald he said many unpleasant

things about ungentlemanly to spy on ladies, and about minding your own business; and when I began to tell

him what I had heard he told me to shut up, and altogether he made me more uncomfortable than the bump

Oswald did not say anything to any one, but next day, as the shadows of eve were falling, he crept away, and

wrote on a piece of paper, 'I want to speak to you,' and shoved it through the hole like a heart in the top of the

nextdoor shutters. And the youngest young lady put an eye to the heartshaped hole, and then opened the

'I am very sorry, and I beg your pardon. We wanted to be detectives, and we thought a gang of coiners

infested your house, so we looked through your window last night. I saw the lettuce, and I heard what you

said about the salmon being threehalfpence cheaper, and I know it is very dishonourable to pry into other

people's secrets, especially ladies', and I never will again if you will forgive me this once.'

'So it was you tumbling into the flowerpots last night? We thought it was burglars. It frightened us horribly.

And then she talked to me a bit, and presently she said she and her sister had not wished people to know they

were at home, because And then she stopped short and grew very red, and I said, 'I thought you were all at

Scarborough; your servant told Eliza so. Why didn't you want people to know you were at home?'

'Never mind the reason why. I hope your head doesn't hurt much. Thank you for your nice, manly little

speech. You've nothing to be ashamed of, at any rate.' Then she kissed me, and I did not mind. And then she

said, 'Run away now, dear. I'm going to I'm going to pull up the blinds and open the shutters, and I want to

do it at once, before it gets dark, so that every one can see we're at home, and not at Scarborough.'

When we had got that four shillings by digging for treasure we ought, by rights, to have tried Dicky's idea of

answering the advertisement about ladies and gentlemen and spare time and two pounds a week, but there

Dora wanted a new pair of scissors, and she said she was going to get them with her eightpence. But Alice

'You ought to get her those, Oswald, because you know you broke the points off hers getting the marble out

It was quite true, though I had almost forgotten it, but then it was H. O. who jammed the marble into the

Oswald didn't so much mind paying for the beastly scissors, but he hates injustice of every kind.

'He's such a little kid,' said Dicky, and of course H. O. said he wasn't a little kid, and it very nearly came to

'Look here! I'll pay sixpence of the scissors, and H. O. shall pay the rest, to teach him to be careful.'

H. O. agreed: he is not at all a mean kid, but I found out afterwards that Alice paid his share out of her own

Then we wanted some new paints, and NoEl wanted a pencil and a halfpenny accountbook to write poetry

with, and it does seem hard never to have any apples. So, somehow or other nearly all the money got spent,

'I only hope,' Alice said, 'that they won't have got all the ladies and gentlemen they want before we have got

And I was a little afraid myself, because it seemed such a splendid chance; but we looked in the paper every

Then we had the detective tryon and it proved no go; and then, when all the money was gone, except a

halfpenny of mine and twopence of Noel's and threepence of Dicky's and a few pennies that the girls had

Dora was sewing the buttons on H. O.'s Sunday things. He got himself a knife with his money, and he cut

every single one of his best buttons off. You've no idea how many buttons there are on a suit. Dora counted

them. There are twentyfour, counting the little ones on the sleeves that don't undo.

Alice was trying to teach Pincher to beg; but he has too much sense when he knows you've got nothing in

your hands, and the rest of us were roasting potatoes under the fire. We had made a fire on purpose, though it

was rather warm. They are very good if you cut away the burnt parts but you ought to wash them first, or

'Well, what can we do?' said Dicky. 'You are so fond of saying "Let's do something!" and never saying what.'

'We can't try the advertisement yet. Shall we try rescuing some one?' said Oswald. It was his own idea, but he

didn't insist on doing it, though he is next to the eldest, for he knows it is bad manners to make people do

'A Princess or a poetry book,' said Noel sleepily. He was lying on his back on the sofa, kicking his legs. 'Only

I shall look for the Princess all by myself. But I'll let you see her when we're married.'

'Have you got enough poetry to make a book?' Dicky asked that, and it was rather sensible of him, because

when Noel came to look there were only seven of his poems that any of us could understand. There was the

'Wreck of the Malabar', and the poem he wrote when Eliza took us to hear the Reviving Preacher, and

everybody cried, and Father said it must have been the Preacher's Eloquence. So Noel wrote:

O Eloquence and what art thou? Ay what art thou? because we cried And everybody cried inside When they

But Noel told Alice he got the first line and a half from a book a boy at school was going to write when he

had time. Besides this there were the 'Lines on a Dead Black Beetle that was poisoned':

Beetle how I weep to see Thee lying on thy poor back! It is so very sad indeed. You were so shiny and black.

It was very good beetle poison, and there were hundreds of them lying dead but Noel only wrote a piece of

He said he hadn't time to do them all, and the worst of it was he didn't know which one he'd written it to so

Alice couldn't bury the beetle and put the lines on its grave, though she wanted to very much.

'We might wait a year or two,' said Noel. 'I shall be sure to make some more some time. I thought of a piece

about a fly this morning that knew condensed milk was sticky.' 'But we want the money now,' said Dicky,

'There's poetry in newspapers,' said Alice. 'Down, Pincher! you'll never be a clever dog, so it's no good

'Do they pay for it?' Dicky thought of that; he often thinks of things that are really important, even if they are

'I don't know. But I shouldn't think any one would let them print their poetry without. I wouldn't I know.' That

was Dora; but Noel said he wouldn't mind if he didn't get paid, so long as he saw his poetry printed and his

'We might try, anyway,' said Oswald. He is always willing to give other people's ideas a fair trial.

So we copied out 'The Wreck of the Malabar' and the other six poems on drawingpaper Dora did it, she

writes best and Oswald drew a picture of the Malabar going down with all hands. It was a fullrigged

schooner, and all the ropes and sails were correct; because my cousin is in the Navy, and he showed me.

We thought a long time whether we'd write a letter and send it by post with the poetry and Dora thought it

would be best. But NoEl said he couldn't bear not to know at once if the paper would print the poetry, So we

I went with Noel, because I am the eldest, and he is not old enough to go to London by himself. Dicky said

poetry was rot and he was glad he hadn't got to make a fool of himself. that was because there was not

enough money for him to go with us. H. O. couldn't come either, but he came to the station to see us off, and

There was a lady in spectacles in the corner. She was writing with a pencil on the edges of long strips of

'It was "Good hunting" it's out of the jungle book!' 'That's very pleasant to hear,' the lady said; 'I am very

pleased to meet people who know their jungle book. And where are you off to the Zoological Gardens to

'We are going to restore the fallen fortunes of the House of Bastable and we have all thought of different

ways and we're going to try them all. Noel's way is poetry. I suppose great poets get paid?'

The lady laughed she was awfully jolly and said she was a sort of poet, too, and the long strips of paper

were the proofs of her new book of stories. Because before a book is made into a real book with pages and a

cover, they sometimes print it all on strips of paper, and the writer make marks on it with a pencil to show the

printers what idiots they are not to understand what a writer means to have printed.

We told her all about digging for treasure, and what we meant to do. Then she asked to see Noel's poetry

and he said he didn't like so she said, 'Look here if you'll show me yours I'll show you some of mine.' So

The jolly lady read NoEl's poetry, and she said she liked it very much. And she thought a great deal of the

picture of the Malabar. And then she said, 'I write serious poetry like yours myself; too, but I have a piece

here that I think you will like because it's about a boy.' She gave it to us and so I can copy it down, and I

will, for it shows that some grownup ladies are not so silly as others. I like it better than NoEl's poetry,

though I told him I did not, because he looked as if he was going to cry. This was very wrong, for you should

always speak the truth, however unhappy it makes people. And I generally do. But I did not want him crying

Oh when I wake up in my bed And see the sun all fat and red, I'm glad to have another day For all my

There are so many things to do The things that make a man of you, If grownups did not get so vexed And

I often wonder whether they Ever made up our kinds of play If they were always good as gold And only did

They like you best to play with tops And toys in boxes, bought in shops; They do not even know the names

They will not let you play with fire Or trip your sister up with wire, They grudge the teatray for a drum, Or

They don't like fishing, and it's true You sometimes soak a suit or two: They look on fireworks, though

They do not understand the way To get the most out of your day: They do not know how hunger feels Nor

And when you're sent to bed at night, They're happy, but they're not polite. For through the door you hear

She told us a lot of other pieces but I cannot remember them, and she talked to us all the way up, and when

'I've got two new shillings here! Do you think they would help to smooth the path to Fame?'

Noel said, 'Thank you,' and was going to take the shilling. But Oswald, who always remembers what he is

'Thank you very much, but Father told us we ought never to take anything from strangers.'

'That's a nasty one,' said the lady she didn't talk a bit like a real lady, but more like a jolly sort of grownup

boy in a dress and hat 'a very nasty one! But don't you think as Noel and I are both poets I might be

considered a sort of relation? You've heard of brother poets, haven't you? Don't you think NoEl and I are aunt

'It's awfully straight of you to stick to what your Father tells you, but look here, you take the shillings, and

here's my card. When you get home tell your Father all about it, and if he says No, you can just bring the

So we took the shillings, and she shook hands with us and said, 'Goodbye, and good hunting!'

We did tell Father about it, and he said it was all right, and when he looked at the card he told us we were

highly honoured, for the lady wrote better poetry than any other lady alive now. We had never heard of her,

and she seemed much too jolly for a poet. Good old Kipling! We owe him those two shillings, as well as the

It was not bad sport being in London entirely on our own hook. We asked the way to Fleet Street, where

Father says all the newspaper offices are. They said straight on down Ludgate Hill but it turned out to be

We got to St Paul's. Noel WOULD go in, and we saw where Gordon was buried at least the monument. It is

When we came out we walked a long way, and when we asked a policeman he said we'd better go back

through Smithfield. So we did. They don't burn people any more there now, so it was rather dull, besides

being a long way, and Noel got very tired. He's a peaky little chap; it comes of being a poet, I think. We had a

bun or two at different shops out of the shillings and it was quite late in the afternoon when we got to

Fleet Street. The gas was lighted and the electric lights. There is a jolly Bovril sign that comes off and on in

different coloured lamps. We went to the Daily Recorder office, and asked to see the Editor. It is a big office,

They told us the Editor wasn't there, but at another office. So we went down a dirty street, to a very

dulllooking place. There was a man there inside, in a glass case, as if he was a museum, and he told us to

Then we waited on the stone stairs; it was very draughty. And the man in the glass case looked at us as if we

were the museum instead of him. We waited a long time, and then a boy came down and said

'The Editor can't see you. Will you please write your business?' And he laughed. I wanted to punch his head.

But Noel said, 'Yes, I'll write it if you'll give me a pen and ink, and a sheet of paper and an envelope.'

The boy said he'd better write by post. But Noel is a bit pigheaded; it's his worst fault. So he said 'No, I'll

So the boy grinned, and the man in the glass case gave us pen and paper, and Noel wrote. Oswald writes

better than he does; but Noel would do it; and it took a very long time, and then it was inky.

DEAR MR EDITOR, I want you to print my poetry and pay for it, and I am a friend of Mrs Leslie's; she is a

He licked the envelope a good deal, so that that boy shouldn't read it going upstairs; and he wrote 'Very

private' outside, and gave the letter to the boy. I thought it wasn't any good; but in a minute the grinning boy

came back, and he was quite respectful, and said 'The Editor says, please will you step up?'

We stepped up. There were a lot of stairs and passages, and a queer sort of humming, hammering sound and a

very funny smell. The boy was now very polite, and said it was the ink we smelt, and the noise was the

After going through a lot of cold passages we came to a door; the boy opened it, and let us go in. There was a

large room, with a big, soft, blueandred carpet, and a roaring fire, though it was only October; and a large

table with drawers, and littered with papers, just like the one in Father's study. A gentleman was sitting at one

side of the table; he had a light moustache and light eyes, and he looked very young to be an editor not

nearly so old as Father. He looked very tired and sleepy, as if he had got up very early in the morning; but he

was kind, and we liked him. Oswald thought he looked clever. Oswald is considered a judge of faces.

'Well,' said he, 'so you are Mrs Leslie's friends?' 'I think so,' said Noel; 'at least she gave us each a shilling,

I can't think how he could have asked! Oswald is said to be a very manlylooking boy for his age. However, I

'This is my brother Noel. He is the poet.' Noel had turned quite pale. He is disgustingly like a girl in some

ways. The Editor told us to sit down, and he took the poems from Noel, and began to read them. Noel got

paler and paler; I really thought he was going to faint, like he did when I held his hand under the coldwater

tap, after I had accidentally cut him with my chisel. When the Editor had read the first poem it was the one

about the beetle he got up and stood with his back to us. It was not manners; but Noel thinks he did it 'to

conceal his emotion,' as they do in books. He read all the poems, and then he said

'I like your poetry very much, young man. I'll give you let me see; how much shall I give you for it?'

'As much as ever you can,' said Noel. 'You see I want a good deal of money to restore the fallen fortunes of

'That's a good idea,' said he. 'Tell me how you came to think of it. And, I say, have you had any tea? They've

He rang a tingly bell, and the boy brought in a tray with a teapot and a thick cup and saucer and things, and

he had to fetch another tray for us, when he was told to; and we had tea with the Editor of the Daily Recorder.

I suppose it was a very proud moment for Noel, though I did not think of that till afterwards. The Editor

asked us a lot of questions, and we told him a good deal, though of course I did not tell a stranger all our

reasons for thinking that the family fortunes wanted restoring. We stayed about half an hour, and when we

'I shall print all your poems, my poet; and now what do you think they're worth?'

'Art for Art's sake, eh?' said the Editor, and he seemed quite delighted, as though Noel had said something

I have read of people being at a loss for words, and dumb with emotion, and I've read of people being turned

to stone with astonishment, or joy, or something, but I never knew how silly it looked till I saw Noel standing

staring at the Editor with his mouth open. He went red and he went white, and then he got crimson, as if you

were rubbing more and more crimson lake on a palette. But he didn't say a word, so Oswald had to say 'I

should jolly well think so.' So the Editor gave Noel a sovereign and a shilling, and he shook hands with us

'Buck up, old man! It's your first guinea, but it won't be your last. Now go along home, and in about ten years

you can bring me some more poetry. Not before see? I'm just taking this poetry of yours because I like it

very much; but we don't put poetry in this paper at all. I shall have to put it in another paper I know of.'

'What do you put in your paper?' I asked, for Father always takes the Daily Chronicle, and I didn't know what

the Recorder was like. We chose it because it has such a glorious office, and a clock outside lighted up.

'Oh, news,' said he, 'and dull articles, and things about Celebrities. If you know any Celebrities, now?'

'Oh, the Queen and the Princes, and people with titles, and people who write, or sing, or act or do

'I don't know anybody wicked,' said Oswald, wishing he had known Dick Turpin, or Claude Duval, so as to

be able to tell the Editor things about them. 'But I know some one with a title Lord Tottenham.'

'We don't know him to speak to. But he goes over the Heath every day at three, and he strides along like a

giant with a black cloak like Lord Tennyson's flying behind him, and he talks to himself like one o'clock.'

'What does he say?' The Editor had sat down again, and he was fiddling with a blue pencil.

'We only heard him once, close enough to understand, and then he said, "The curse of the country, sir ruin

and desolation!" And then he went striding along again, hitting at the furzebushes as if they were the heads

'That's all I know about him, except that he stops in the middle of the Heath every day, and he looks all round

'I beg your pardon?' said Oswald. 'Drawing the long bow, I mean,' said the Editor.

The Editor only laughed, and said romancing and lying were not at all the same; only it was important to

'We were hiding among the furzebushes one day, and we saw him do it. He took off his collar, and he put on

a clean one, and he threw the other among the furzebushes. We picked it up afterwards, and it was a beastly

'Thank you,' said the Editor, and he got up and put his hand in his pocket. 'That's well worth five shillings,

and there they are. Would you like to see round the printing offices before you go home?'

I pocketed my five bob, and thanked him, and I said we should like it very much. He called another

gentleman and said something we couldn't hear. Then he said goodbye again; and all this time Noel hadn't

said a word. But now he said, 'I've made a poem about you. It is called "Lines to a Noble Editor." Shall I

The Editor gave him the blue pencil, and he sat down at the Editor's table and wrote. It was this, he told me

May Life's choicest blessings be your lot I think you ought to be very blest For you are going to print my

'Thank you,' said the Editor. 'I don't think I ever had a poem addressed to me before. I shall treasure it, I

Then the other gentleman said something about Maecenas, and we went off to see the printing office with at

But he never put Noel's poetry in the Daily Recorder. It was quite a long time afterwards we saw a sort of

story thing in a magazine, on the station bookstall, and that kind, sleepylooking Editor had written it, I

suppose. It was not at all amusing. It said a lot about Noel and me, describing us all wrong, and saying how

we had tea with the Editor; and all Noel's poems were in the story thing. I think myself the Editor seemed to

make game of them, but Noel was quite pleased to see them printed so that's all right. It wasn't my poetry

She happened quite accidentally. We were not looking for a Princess at all just then; but Noel had said he was

going to find a Princess all by himself; and marry her and he really did. Which was rather odd, because

when people say things are going to befall, very often they don't. It was different, of course, with the prophets

We did not get any treasure by it, except twelve chocolate drops; but we might have done, and it was an

Greenwich Park is a jolly good place to play in, especially the parts that aren't near Greenwich. The parts near

the Heath are firstrate. I often wish the Park was nearer our house; but I suppose a Park is a difficult thing to

Sometimes we get Eliza to put lunch in a basket, and we go up to the Park. She likes that it saves cooking

dinner for us; and sometimes she says of her own accord, 'I've made some pasties for you, and you might as

She always tells us to rinse out the cup at the drinkingfountain, and the girls do; but I always put my head

Then you are an intrepid hunter at a mountain stream and besides, you're sure it's clean. Dicky does the

same, and so does H. O. But Noel always drinks out of the cup. He says it is a golden goblet wrought by

The day the Princess happened was a fine, hot day, last October, and we were quite tired with the walk up to

We always go in by the little gate at the top of Croom's Hill. It is the postern gate that things always happen

at in stories. It was dusty walking, but when we got in the Park it was ripping, so we rested a bit, and lay on

our backs, and looked up at the trees, and wished we could play monkeys. I have done it before now, but the

'It was a long way to the enchanted wood, but it is very nice now we are there. I wonder what we shall find in

'We shall find deer,' said Dicky, 'if we go to look; but they go on the other side of the Park because of the

Saying buns made us think of lunch, so we had it; and when we had done we scratched a hole under a tree

and buried the papers, because we know it spoils pretty places to leave beastly, greasy papers lying about. I

remember Mother teaching me and Dora that, when we were quite little. I wish everybody's parents would

'I see the white witch bear yonder among the trees! Let's track it and slay it in its lair.'

'I am the bear,' said NoEl; so he crept away, and we followed him among the trees. Often the witch bear was

out of sight, and then you didn't know where it would jump out from; but sometimes we saw it, and just

'When we catch it there'll be a great fight,' said Oswald; 'and I shall be Count Folko of Mont Faucon.'

'I'll be Gabrielle,' said Dora. She is the only one of us who likes doing girl's parts.

And I saw a bit of white too. It was Noel's collar, and it had come undone at the back.

We hunted the bear in and out of the trees, and then we lost him altogether; and suddenly we found the wall

of the Park in a place where I'm sure there wasn't a wall before. Noel wasn't anywhere about, and there was

'The bear has hidden himself in these mountain fastnesses,' Oswald said. 'I will draw my good sword and

So I drew the umbrella, which Dora always will bring in case it rains, because Noel gets a cold on the chest at

There was nobody about but we could hear a man rubbing down a horse and hissing in the stable; so we

''Tis the lair of the Monster Serpent; I hear his deadly hiss! Beware! Courage and despatch!'

We went over the stones on tiptoe, and we found another wall with another door in it on the other side. We

went through that too, on tiptoe. It really was an adventure. And there we were in a shrubbery, and we saw

something white through the trees. Dora said it was the white bear. That is so like Dora. She always begins to

take part in a play just when the rest of us are getting tired of it. I don't mean this unkindly, because I am very

fond of Dora. I cannot forget how kind she was when I had bronchitis; and ingratitude is a dreadful vice. But

'It is not a bear,' said Oswald; and we all went on, still on tiptoe, round a twisty path and on to a lawn, and

there was Noel. His collar had come undone, as I said, and he had an inky mark on his face that he made just

before we left the house, and he wouldn't let Dora wash it off, and one of his bootlaces was coming down. He

was standing looking at a little girl; she was the funniest little girl you ever saw.

She was like a china doll the sixpenny kind; she had a white face, and long yellow hair, done up very tight

in two pigtails; her forehead was very big and lumpy, and her cheeks came high up, like little shelves under

her eyes. Her eyes were small and blue. She had on a funny black frock, with curly braid on it, and button

boots that went almost up to her knees. Her legs were very thin. She was sitting in a hammock chair nursing a

blue kitten not a skyblue one, of course, but the colour of a new slate pencil. As we came up we heard her

Noel had forgotten about the bear, and he was taking his favourite part, so he said 'I'm Prince

'I thought at first you were a common boy,' she said. Then she saw the rest of us and said 'Are you all

Princesses and Princes too?' Of course we said 'Yes,' and she said 'I am a Princess also.' She said it very

well too, exactly as if it were true. We were very glad, because it is so seldom you meet any children who can

begin to play right off without having everything explained to them. And even then they will say they are

going to 'pretend to be' a lion, or a witch, or a king. Now this little girl just said 'I am a Princess.' Then she

looked at Oswald and said, 'I fancy I've seen you at Baden.' Of course Oswald said, 'Very likely.'

The little girl had a funny voice, and all her words were quite plain, each word by itself; she didn't talk at all

H. O. asked her what the cat's name was, and she said 'Katinka.' Then Dicky said

'Let's get away from the windows; if you play near windows some one inside generally knocks at them and

'You mustn't do things you are forbidden to do,' Dora said; but Dicky showed us that there was some more

grass beyond the shrubs with only a gravel path between. So I lifted the Princess over the gravel, so that she

should be able to say she hadn't walked off the grass. When we got to the other grass we all sat down, and the

Princess asked us if we liked 'dragees' (I know that's how you spell it, for I asked Albertnextdoor's uncle).

We said we thought not, but she pulled a real silver box out of her pocket and showed us; they were just flat,

round chocolates. We had two each. Then we asked her her name, and she began, and when she began she

went on, and on, and on, till I thought she was never going to stop. H. O. said she had fifty names, but Dicky

is very good at figures, and he says there were only eighteen. The first were Pauline, Alexandra, Alice, and

Mary was one, and Victoria, for we all heard that, and it ended up with Hildegarde Cunigonde something or

When she'd done, H. O. said, 'That's jolly good! Say it again!' and she did, but even then we couldn't

remember it. We told her our names, but she thought they were too short, so when it was Noel's turn he said

he was Prince Noel Camaralzaman Ivan Constantine Charlemagne James John Edward Biggs Maximilian

Bastable Prince of Lewisham, but when she asked him to say it again of course he could only get the first two

So the Princess said, 'You are quite old enough to know your own name.' She was very grave and serious.

She told us that she was the fifth cousin of Queen Victoria. We asked who the other cousins were, but she did

not seem to understand. She went on and said she was seven times removed. She couldn't tell us what that

meant either, but Oswald thinks it means that the Queen's cousins are so fond of her that they will keep

coming bothering, so the Queen's servants have orders to remove them. This little girl must have been very

fond of the Queen to try so often to see her, and to have been seven times removed. We could see that it is

considered something to be proud of; but we thought it was hard on the Queen that her cousins wouldn't let

We told her we hadn't any just now. And she said 'How pleasant! And did you come here alone?'

'You are very fortunate,' said the little girl. She sat very upright on the grass, with her fat little hands in her

lap. 'I should like to go on the Heath. There are donkeys there, with white saddle covers. I should like to ride

'I'm glad we haven't a governess,' H. O. said. 'We ride the donkeys whenever we have any pennies, and once I

'You are indeed fortunate!' said the Princess again, and when she looked sad the shelves on her cheeks

showed more than ever. You could have laid a sixpence on them quite safely if you had had one.

'Never mind,' said Noel; 'I've got a lot of money. Come out and have a ride now.' But the little girl shook her

Dora said she was quite right; then all of a sudden came one of those uncomfortable times when nobody can

think of anything to say, so we sat and looked at each other. But at last Alice said we ought to be going.

'Do not go yet,' the little girl said. 'At what time did they order your carriage?'

'Our carriage is a fairy one, drawn by griffins, and it comes when we wish for it,' said Noel.

The little girl looked at him very queerly, and said, 'That is out of a picturebook.'

Then Noel said he thought it was about time he was married if we were to be home in time for tea. The little

girl was rather stupid over it, but she did what we told her, and we married them with Dora's

pockethandkerchief for a veil, and the ring off the back of one of the buttons on H. O.'s blouse just went on

Then we showed her how to play crosstouch, and puss in the corner, and tag. It was funny, she didn't know

any games but battledore and shuttlecock and les graces. But she really began to laugh at last and not to look

She was Puss and was running after Dicky when suddenly she stopped short and looked as if she was going

to cry. And we looked too, and there were two prim ladies with little mouths and tight hair. One of them said

in quite an awful voice, 'Pauline, who are these children?' and her voice was gruff; with very curly R's.

The little girl said we were Princes and Princesses which was silly, to a grownup person that is not a great

Dora turned very red and began to speak, but the little girl cried out 'Common children! Oh, I am so glad!

And she ran at us, and began to kiss us one by one, beginning with Alice; she had got to H. O. when the

And the little girl was carried away screaming, and kicking with her little thin legs and her buttoned boots,

So we went. H. O. made a face at her and so did Alice, but Oswald took off his cap and said he was sorry if

she was annoyed about anything; for Oswald has always been taught to be polite to ladies, however nasty.

Dicky took his off, too, when he saw me do it; he says he did it first, but that is a mistake. If I were really a

Then we all came away, and when we got outside Dora said, 'So she was really a Princess. Fancy a Princess

'And I thought it was play. And it was real. I wish I'd known! I should have liked to ask her lots of things,'

H. O. said he would have liked to ask her what she had for dinner and whether she had a crown.

I felt, myself, we had lost a chance of finding out a great deal about kings and queens. I might have known

such a stupidlooking little girl would never have been able to pretend, as well as that.

When we were eating it Noel said, 'I wish I could give her some! It is very good.'

He sighed as he said it, and his mouth was very full, so we knew he was thinking of his Princess. He says

now that she was as beautiful as the day, but we remember her quite well, and she was nothing of the kind.

Noel was quite tiresome for ever so long after we found the Princess. He would keep on wanting to go to the

Park when the rest of us didn't, and though we went several times to please him, we never found that door

open again, and all of us except him knew from the first that it would be no go.

So now we thought it was time to do something to rouse him from the stupor of despair, which is always

done to heroes when anything baffling has occurred. Besides, we were getting very short of money again

the fortunes of your house cannot be restored (not so that they will last, that is), even by the one pound eight

we got when we had the 'good hunting.' We spent a good deal of that on presents for Father's birthday. We

got him a paperweight, like a glass bun, with a picture of Lewisham Church at the bottom; and a

blottingpad, and a box of preserved fruits, and an ivory penholder with a view of Greenwich Park in the

little hole where you look through at the top. He was most awfully pleased and surprised, and when he heard

how Noel and Oswald had earned the money to buy the things he was more surprised still. Nearly all the rest

of our money went to get fireworks for the Fifth of November. We got six Catherine wheels and four rockets;

two handlights, one red and one green; a sixpenny maroon; two Romancandles they cost a shilling; some

Italian streamers, a fairy fountain, and a tourbillon that cost eighteenpence and was very nearly worth it.

But I think crackers and squibs are a mistake. It's true you get a lot of them for the money, and they are not

bad fun for the first two or three dozen, but you get jolly sick of them before you've let off your sixpenn'orth.

It always seems a long time till the evening when you have got fireworks in the house, and I think as it was a

rather foggy day we should have decided to let them off directly after breakfast, only Father had said he

would help us to let them off at eight o'clock after he had had his dinner, and you ought never to disappoint

You see we had three good reasons for trying H. O.'s idea of restoring the fallen fortunes of our house by

becoming bandits on the Fifth of November. We had a fourth reason as well, and that was the best reason of

the lot. You remember Dora thought it would be wrong to be bandits. And the Fifth of November came while

Dora was away at Stroud staying with her godmother. Stroud is in Gloucestershire. We were determined to

do it while she was out of the way, because we did not think it wrong, and besides we meant to do it anyhow.

We held a Council, of course, and laid our plans very carefully. We let H. O. be Captain, because it was his

idea. Oswald was Lieutenant. Oswald was quite fair, because he let H. O. call himself Captain; but Oswald is

Our plan was this. We were all to go up on to the Heath. Our house is in the Lewisham Road, but it's quite

close to the Heath if you cut up the short way opposite the confectioner's, past the nursery gardens and the

cottage hospital, and turn to the left again and afterwards to the right. You come out then at the top of the hill,

where the big guns are with the iron fence round them, and where the bands play on Thursday evenings in the

We were to lurk in ambush there, and waylay an unwary traveller. We were to call upon him to surrender his

arms, and then bring him home and put him in the deepest dungeon below the castle moat; then we were to

You may think we had no chains, but you are wrong, because we used to keep two other dogs once, besides

Pincher, before the fall of the fortunes of the ancient House of Bastable. And they were quite big dogs.

It was latish in the afternoon before we started. We thought we could lurk better if it was nearly dark. It was

rather foggy, and we waited a good while beside the railings, but all the belated travellers were either grown

up or else they were Board School children. We weren't going to get into a row with grownup people

especially strangers and no true bandit would ever stoop to ask a ransom from the relations of the poor and

As I said, it was Guy Fawkes Day, and if it had not been we should never have been able to be bandits at all,

for the unwary traveller we did catch had been forbidden to go out because he had a cold in his head. But he

would run out to follow a guy, without even putting on a coat or a comforter, and it was a very damp, foggy

afternoon and nearly dark, so you see it was his own fault entirely, and served him jolly well right.

We saw him coming over the Heath just as we were deciding to go home to tea. He had followed that guy

right across to the village (we call Blackheath the village; I don't know why), and he was coming back

'Hist, an unwary traveller approaches!' whispered Oswald. 'Muffle your horses' heads and see to the priming

of your pistols,' muttered Alice. She always will play boys' parts, and she makes Ellis cut her hair short on

'Steal softly upon him,' said Noel; 'for lo! 'tis dusk, and no human eyes can mark our deeds.' So we ran out

and surrounded the unwary traveller. it turned out to be Albertnextdoor, and he was very frightened indeed

'Surrender!' hissed Oswald, in a desperatesounding voice, as he caught the arm of the Unwary. And

Albertnextdoor said, 'All right! I'm surrendering as hard as I can. You needn't pull my arm off.'

We explained to him that resistance was useless, and I think he saw that from the first. We held him tight by

He wanted to tell us about the guy, but we made him see that it was not proper for prisoners to talk to the

guard, especially about guys that the prisoner had been told not to go after because of his cold.

When we got to where we live he said, 'All right, I don't want to tell you. You'll wish I had afterwards. You

'I can see you!' said H. O. It was very rude, and Oswald told him so at once, because it is his duty as an elder

brother. But H. O. is very young and does not know better yet, and besides it wasn't bad for H. O.

Albertnextdoor said, 'You haven't any manners, and I want to go in to my tea. Let go of me!'

But Alice told him, quite kindly, that he was not going in to his tea, but coming with us.

'I'm not,' said Albertnextdoor; 'I'm going home. Leave go! I've got a bad cold. You're making it worse.'

Then he tried to cough, which was very silly, because we'd seen him in the morning, and he'd told us where

the cold was that he wasn't to go out with. When he had tried to cough, he said, 'Leave go of me! You see my

'You should have thought of that before,' said Dicky; 'you're coming in with us.'

'Don't be a silly,' said Noel; 'you know we told you at the very beginning that resistance was useless. There is

By this time Eliza had opened the door, and we thought it best to take him in without any more parlaying. To

Directly we got him safe into the nursery, H. O. began to jump about and say, 'Now you're a prisoner really

And Albertnextdoor began to cry. He always does. I wonder he didn't begin long before but Alice

fetched him one of the dried fruits we gave Father for his birthday. It was a green walnut. I have noticed the

walnuts and the plums always get left till the last in the box; the apricots go first, and then the figs and pears;

So he ate it and shut up. Then we explained his position to him, so that there should be no mistake, and he

'There will be no violence,' said Oswald he was now Captain of the Bandits, because we all know H. O.

likes to be Chaplain when we play prisoners 'no violence. But you will be confined in a dark, subterranean

dungeon where toads and snakes crawl, and but little of the light of day filters through the heavily mullioned

windows. You will be loaded with chains. Now don't begin again, Baby, there's nothing to cry about; straw

will be your pallet; beside you the gaoler will set a ewer a ewer is only a jug, stupid; it won't eat you a

But Albertnextdoor never enters into the spirit of a thing. He mumbled something about teatime.

Now Oswald, though stern, is always just, and besides we were all rather hungry, and tea was ready. So we

had it at once, Albertnextdoor and all and we gave him what was left of the fourpound jar of apricot

jam we got with the money Noel got for his poetry. And we saved our crusts for the prisoner.

Albertnextdoor was very tiresome. Nobody could have had a nicer prison than he had. We fenced him into

a corner with the old wire nursery fender and all the chairs, instead of putting him in the coalcellar as we

had first intended. And when he said the dogchains were cold the girls were kind enough to warm his fetters

We got the straw cases of some bottles of wine someone sent Father one Christmas it is some years ago, but

We unpicked them very carefully and pulled them to pieces and scattered the straw about. It made a lovely

straw pallet, and took ever so long to make but Albertnextdoor has yet to learn what gratitude really is.

We got the bread trencher for the wooden platter where the prisoner's crusts were put they were not

mouldy, but we could not wait till they got so, and for the ewer we got the toilet jug out of the spareroom

where nobody ever sleeps. And even then Albertnextdoor couldn't be happy like the rest of us. He howled

and cried and tried to get out, and he knocked the ewer over and stamped on the mouldering crusts. Luckily

there was no water in the ewer because we had forgotten it, only dust and spiders. So we tied him up with the

clothesline from the back kitchen, and we had to hurry up, which was a pity for him. We might have had

him rescued by a devoted page if he hadn't been so tiresome. In fact Noel was actually dressing up for the

We got a sheet of paper out of an old exercisebook, and we made H. O. prick his own thumb, because he is

our little brother and it is our duty to teach him to be brave. We none of us mind pricking ourselves; we've

done it heaps of times. H. O. didn't like it, but he agreed to do it, and I helped him a little because he was so

slow, and when he saw the red bead of blood getting fatter and bigger as I squeezed his thumb he was very

This is what we wrote with H. O.'s blood, only the blood gave out when we got to 'Restored', and we had to

write the rest with crimson lake, which is not the same colour, though I always use it, myself, for painting

While Oswald was writing it he heard Alice whispering to the prisoner that it would soon be over, and it was

only play. The prisoner left off howling, so I pretended not to hear what she said. A Bandit Captain has to

'Albert Morrison is held a prisoner by Bandits. On payment of three thousand pounds he will be restored to

I was not sure about the last part, but Dicky was certain he had seen it in the paper, so I suppose it must have

We let H. O. take the letter; it was only fair, as it was his blood it was written with, and told him to leave it

'What is all this, Albert?' he cried. 'Alas, alas, my nephew! Do I find you the prisoner of a desperate band of

'I beg your pardon, gentlemen,' said Albertnextdoor's uncle, 'bandits it is, of course. This, Albert, is the

direct result of the pursuit of the guy on an occasion when your doting mother had expressly warned you to

We explained the dungeon, and showed him the straw pallet and the ewer and the mouldering crusts and

'Very pretty and complete,' he said. 'Albert, you are more highly privileged than ever I was. No one ever

made me a nice dungeon when I was your age. I think I had better leave you where you are.'

'And on this old familiar basis you expect me to ransom you, do you? Honestly, my nephew, I doubt whether

you are worth it. Besides, the sum mentioned in this document strikes me as excessive: Albert really is not

worth three thousand pounds. Also by a strange and unfortunate chance I haven't the money about me.

'Say eightpence,' suggested Albertnextdoor's uncle, 'which is all the small change I happen to have on my

'Thank you very much,' said Alice as he held it out; 'but are you sure you can spare it? Because really it was

'Quite sure. Now, Albert, the game is over. You had better run home to your mother and tell her how much

When Albertnextdoor had gone his uncle sat in the Guy Fawkes armchair and took Alice on his knee, and

we sat round the fire waiting till it would be time to let off our fireworks. We roasted the chestnuts he sent

Dicky out for, and he told us stories till it was nearly seven. His stories are firstrate he does all the parts in

'Look here, younguns. I like to see you play and enjoy yourselves, and I don't think it hurts Albert to enjoy

'I don't think he did much,' said H. O. But I knew what Albertnextdoor's uncle meant because I am much

'But what about Albert's mother? Didn't you think how anxious she would be at his not coming home? As it

happens I saw him come in with you, so we knew it was all right. But if I hadn't, eh?'

He only talks like that when he is very serious, or even angry. Other times he talks like people in books to

Girls seem not to mind saying things that we don't say. She put her arms round Albertnextdoor's uncle's

'We're very, very sorry. We didn't think about his mother. You see we try very hard not to think about other

Just then we heard Father's key in the door and Albertnextdoor's uncle kissed Alice and put her down, and

we all went down to meet Father. As we went I thought I heard Albertnextdoor's uncle say something that

He couldn't have meant us, when we'd been having such a jolly time, and chestnuts, and fireworks to look

It was Albert's uncle who thought of our trying a newspaper. He said he thought we should not find the bandit

We had sold Noel's poetry and that piece of information about Lord Tottenham to the good editor, so we

thought it would not be a bad idea to have a newspaper of our own. We saw plainly that editors must be very

rich and powerful, because of the grand office and the man in the glass case, like a museum, and the soft

carpets and big writingtable. Besides our having seen a whole handful of money that the editor pulled out

quite carelessly from his trousers pocket when he gave me my five bob. Dora wanted to be editor and so did

Oswald, but he gave way to her because she is a girl, and afterwards he knew that it is true what it says in the

copybooks about Virtue being its own Reward. Because you've no idea what a bother it is. Everybody

wanted to put in everything just as they liked, no matter how much room there was on the page. It was simply

awful! Dora put up with it as long as she could and then she said if she wasn't let alone she wouldn't go on

Then Oswald said, like a good brother: 'I will help you if you like, Dora,' and she said, 'You're more trouble

than all the rest of them! Come and be editor and see how you like it. I give it up to you.' But she didn't, and

we did it together. We let Albertnextdoor be subeditor, because he had hurt his foot with a nail in his boot

When it was done Albertnextdoor's uncle had it copied for us in typewriting, and we sent copies to all our

friends, and then of course there was no one left that we could ask to buy it. We did not think of that until too

late. We called the paper the Lewisham Recorder; Lewisham because we live there, and Recorder in memory

of the good editor. I could write a better paper on my head, but an editor is not allowed to write all the paper.

It is very hard, but he is not. You just have to fill up with what you can get from other writers. If I ever have

time I will write a paper all by myself. It won't be patchy. We had no time to make it an illustrated paper, but

I drew the ship going down with all hands for the first copy. But the typewriter can't draw ships, so it was left

out in the other copies. The time the first paper took to write out no one would believe! This was the

Every paper is written for some reason. Ours is because we want to sell it and get money. If what we have

written brings happiness to any sad heart we shall not have laboured in vain. But we want the money too.

Many papers are content with the sad heart and the happiness, but we are not like that, and it is best not to be

There will be two serial stories; One by Dicky and one by all of us. In a serial story you only put in one

chapter at a time. But we shall put all our serial story at once, if Dora has time to copy it. Dicky's will come

The sun was setting behind a romanticlooking tower when two strangers might have been observed

descending the crest of the hill. The eldest, a man in the prime of life; the other a handsome youth who

reminded everybody of Quentin Durward. They approached the Castle, in which the fair Lady Alicia awaited

her deliverers. She leaned from the castellated window and waved her lily hand as they approached. They

returned her signal, and retired to seek rest and refreshment at a neighbouring hostelry.

The Princess was very uncomfortable in the tower, because her fairy godmother had told her all sorts of

horrid things would happen if she didn't catch a mouse every day, and she had caught so many mice that now

there were hardly any left to catch. So she sent her carrier pigeon to ask the noble Strangers if they could send

her a few mice because she would be of age in a few days and then it wouldn't matter. So the fairy

godmother (I'm very sorry, but there's no room to make the chapters any longer. ED.)

I must now retrace my steps and tell you something about our hero. You must know he had been to an

awfully jolly school, where they had turkey and goose every day for dinner, and never any mutton, and as

many helps of pudding as a fellow cared to send up his plate for so of course they had all grown up very

strong, and before he left school he challenged the Head to have it out man to man, and he gave it him, I tell

you. That was the education that made him able to fight Red Indians, and to be the stranger who might have

I think it's time something happened in this story. So then the dragon he came out, blowing fire out of his

'My blade is sharp, my axe is keen, You're not nearly as big as a good many dragons I've seen.'

(Don't put in so much poetry, Noel. It's not fair, because none of the others can do it. ED.)

And then they went at it, and he beat the dragon, just as he did the Head in Dicky's part of the Story, and so

he married the Princess, and they lived (No they didn't not till the last chapter. ED.)

I think it's a very nice Story but what about the mice? I don't want to say any more. Dora can have what's

And so when the dragon was dead there were lots of mice, because he used to kill them for his tea but now

they rapidly multiplied and ravaged the country, so the fair lady Alicia, sometimes called the Princess, had to

say she would not marry any one unless they could rid the country of this plague of mice. Then the Prince,

whose real name didn't begin with N, but was Osrawalddo, waved his magic sword, and the dragon stood

before them, bowing gracefully. They made him promise to be good, and then they forgave him; and when

the wedding breakfast came, all the bones were saved for him. And so they were married and lived happy

(What became of the other stranger? NOEL. The dragon ate him because he asked too many questions.

it only takes four hours and a quarter now to get from London to Manchester; but I should not think any one

A dreadful warning. A wicked boy told me a very instructive thing about ginger. They had opened one of the

large jars, and he happened to take out quite a lot, and he made it all right by dropping marbles in, till there

was as much ginger as before. But he told me that on the Sunday, when it was coming near the part where

there is only juice generally, I had no idea what his feelings were. I don't see what he could have said when

Experiments should always be made out of doors. And don't use benzoline. DICKY. (That was when he burnt

The earth is 2,400 miles round, and 800 through at least I think so, but perhaps it's the other way. DICKY.

in this socalled Nineteenth Century Science is but too little considered in the nurseries of the rich and proud.

It is not generally known that if you put bits of camphor in lukewarm water it will move about. If you drop

sweet oil in, the camphor will dart away and then stop moving. But don't drop any till you are tired of it,

because the camphor won't any more afterwards. Much amusement and instruction is lost by not knowing

If you put a sixpence under a shilling in a wineglass, and blow hard down the side of the glass, the sixpence

will jump up and sit on the top of the shilling. At least I can't do it myself, but my cousin can. He is in the

Alice. Nothing will ever make your hair curl, so it's no use. Some people say it's more important to tidy up as

Noel. If there is any of the paper over when this newspaper is finished, I will exchange it for your shutup

inkstand, or the knife that has the useful thing in it for taking stones out of horses' feet, but you can't have it

Noel. If you think that by filling the garden with sand you can make crabs build their nests there you are not

You have altered your poem about the battle of Waterloo so often, that we cannot read it except where the

Duke waves his sword and says some thing we can't read either. Why did you write it on blottingpaper with

The Assyrian came down like a wolf on the fold, And the way he came down was awful, I'm told; But it's

nothing to the way one of the Editors comes down on me, If I crumble my breadandbutter or spill my tea.

You can't do half the things yourself that children in books do, making models or soon. I wonder why?

If you take a date's stone out and put in an almond and eat them together, it is prime. I found this out.

If you put your wet hand into boiling lead it will not hurt you if you draw it out quickly enough. I have never

If I ever keep a school everything shall be quite different. Nobody shall learn anything they don't want to.

And sometimes instead of having masters and mistresses we will have cats, and we will dress up in cat skins

and learn purring. 'Now, my dears,' the old cat will say, one, two, three all purr together,' and we shall purr

She won't teach us to mew, but we shall know how without teaching. Children do know some things without

Quand j'etais jeune et j'etais fou J'achetai un violon pour dixhuit sous Et tous les airs que je jouai Etait over

Mercie jolie vache qui fait Bon lait pour mon dejeuner Tous les matins tous les soirs Mon pain je mange, ton

It is a mistake to think that cats are playful. I often try to get a cat to play with me, and she never seems to

Making pots and pans with clay is fun, but do not tell the grownups. It is better to surprise them; and then

'Well, Annie, I have bad news for you,' said Mr Ridgway, as he entered the comfortable diningroom of his

cabin in the Bush. 'Sam Redfern the Bushranger is about this part of the Bush just now. I hope he will not

just then came a knock at the door of the hut, and a gruff voice asked them to open the door.

'The same,' responded the voice, and the next moment the hall door was smashed in, and Sam Redfern sprang

Annie's Father was at once overpowered, and Annie herself lay bound with cords on the drawingroom sofa.

Sam Redfern set a guard round the lonely hut, and all human aid was despaired of. But you never know. Far

away in the Bush a different scene was being enacted. 'Must be Injuns,' said a tall man to himself as he

pushed his way through the brushwood. It was Jim Carlton, the celebrated detective. 'I know them,' he added;

'they are Apaches.' just then ten Indians in full warpaint appeared. Carlton raised his rifle and fired, and

slinging their scalps on his arm he hastened towards the humble log hut where resided his affianced bride,

The moon was low on the horizon, and Sam Redfern was seated at a drinking bout with some of his boon

They had rifled the cellars of the hut, and the rich wines flowed like water in the golden goblets of Mr

But Annie had made friends with one of the gang, a noble, goodhearted man who had joined Sam Redfern

by mistake, and she had told him to go and get the police as quickly as possible.

'Ha! ha!' cried Redfern, 'now I am enjoying myself!' He little knew that his doom was near upon him.

Just then Annie gave a piercing scream, and Sam Redfern got up, seizing his revolver. 'Who are you?' he

Sam Redfern's revolver dropped from his nerveless fingers, but the next moment he had sprung upon the

detective with the wellknown activity of the mountain sheep, and Annie shrieked, for she had grown to love

Scholastic A new slate is horrid till it is washed in milk. I like the green spots on them to draw patterns round.

I know a good way to make a slatepencil squeak, but I won't put it in because I don't want to make it

Peppermint is a great help with arithmetic. The boy who was second in the Oxford Local always did it. He

gave me two. The examiner said to him, 'Are you eating peppermints?' And he said, 'No, Sir.'

He told me afterwards it was quite true, because he was only sucking one. I'm glad I wasn't asked. I should

BY NOEL (Author of 'A Dream of Ancient Ancestors.') He isn't really but he put it in to make it seem more

Hark! what is that noise of rolling Waves and thunder in the air? 'Tis the deathknell of the sailors And

It was a fair and lovely noon When the good ship put out of port And people said 'ah little we think How soon

She was indeed a lovely sight Upon the billows with sails spread. But the captain folded his gloomy arms, Ah

See the captain stern yet gloomy Flings his son upon a rock, Hoping that there his darling boy May escape

Alas in vain the loud winds roared And nobody was saved. That was the wreck of the Malabar, Then let us

It is useless to plant cherrystones in the hope of eating the fruit, because they don't!

Alice won't lend her gardening tools again, because the last time Noel left them out in the rain, and I don't

These are useful to play at shop with, until you are ready. Not at dinnerparties, for they will not grow unless

uncooked. Potatoes are not grown with seed, but with choppedup potatoes. Apple trees are grown from

Oak trees come from acorns. Every one knows this. When Noel says he could grow one from a peach stone

wrapped up in oak leaves, he shows that he knows nothing about gardening but marigolds, and when I passed

by his garden I thought they seemed just like weeds now the flowers have been picked.

Dogs are very industrious and fond of gardening. Pincher is always planting bones, but they never grow up.

There couldn't be a bone tree. I think this is what makes him bark so unhappily at night. He has never tried

planting dogbiscuit, but he is fonder of bones, and perhaps he wants to be quite sure about them first.

This would have been a jolly good story if they had let me finish it at the beginning of the paper as I wanted

to. But now I have forgotten how I meant it to end, and I have lost my book about Red Indians, and all my

Boys of England have been sneaked. The girls say 'Good riddance!' so I expect they did it. They want me just

We have now put everything we can think of into the paper. It takes a lot of thinking about. I don't know how

grownups manage to write all they do. It must make their heads ache, especially lesson books.

Albertnextdoor only wrote one chapter of the serial story, but he could have done some more if he had

wanted to. He could not write out any of the things because he cannot spell. He says he can, but it takes him

such a long time he might just as well not be able. There are one or two things more. I am sick of it, but Dora

Legal answer wanted. A quantity of excellent string is offered if you know whether there really is a law

The price of this paper is one shilling each, and sixpence extra for the picture of the Malabar going down with

And so we would have done, but we never did. Albertnextdoor's uncle gave us two shillings, that was all.

Being editors is not the best way to wealth. We all feel this now, and highwaymen are not respected any more

I am sure we had tried our best to restore our fallen fortunes. We felt their fall very much, because we knew

the Bastables had been rich once. Dora and Oswald can remember when Father was always bringing nice

things home from London, and there used to be turkeys and geese and wine and cigars come by the carrier at

Christmastime, and boxes of candied fruit and French plums in ornamental boxes with silk and velvet and

gilding on them. They were called prunes, but the prunes you buy at the grocer's are quite different. But now

there is seldom anything nice brought from London, and the turkey and the prune people have forgotten

'How can we restore those beastly fallen fortunes?' said Oswald. 'We've tried digging and writing and

'When did you try that?' asked Dora quickly. 'You know I told you it was wrong.'

'It wasn't wrong the way we did it,' said Alice, quicker still, before Oswald could say, 'Who asked you to tell

us anything about it?' which would have been rude, and he is glad he didn't. 'We only caught

'Oh, Albertnextdoor!' said Dora contemptuously, and I felt more comfortable; for even after I didn't say,

'Who asked you, and cetera,' I was afraid Dora was going to come the good elder sister over us. She does that

Dicky looked up from the paper he was reading and said, 'This sounds likely,' and he read out

l100 secures partnership in lucrative business for sale of useful patent. l10 weekly. No personal attendance

'I wish we could secure that partnership,' said Oswald. He is twelve, and a very thoughtful boy for his age.

Alice looked up from her painting. She was trying to paint a fairy queen's frock with green bice, and it

wouldn't rub. There is something funny about green bice. It never will rub off; no matter how expensive your

She said, 'Bother the bice! And, Oswald, it's no use thinking about that. Where are we to get a hundred

'Ten pounds a week is five pounds to us,' Oswald went on he had done the sum in his head while Alice was

Noel sat sucking his pencil he had been writing poetry as usual. I saw the first two lines

Suddenly he said, 'I wish a fairy would come down the chimney and drop a jewel on the table a jewel worth

'She might as well give you the hundred pounds while she was about it,' said Dora.

'Or while she was about it she might as well give us five pounds a week,' said Alice. 'Or fifty,' said I. 'Or five

I saw H. O. open his mouth, and I knew he was going to say, 'Or five thousand,' so I said:

'Well, she won't give us fivepence, but if you'd only do as I am always saying, and rescue a wealthy old

gentleman from deadly peril he would give us a pot of money, and we could have the partnership and five

Then Dicky said, 'Why shouldn't we borrow it?' So we said, 'Who from?' and then he read this out of the

Advances cash from l20 to l10,000 on ladies' or gentlemen's note of hand alone, without security. No fees. No

'It means that there is a kind gentleman who has a lot of money, and he doesn't know enough poor people to

help, so he puts it in the paper that he will help them, by lending them his money that's it, isn't it, Dicky?'

Dora explained this and Dicky said, 'Yes.' And H. O. said he was a Generous Benefactor, like in Miss

Edgeworth. Then Noel wanted to know what a note of hand was, and Dicky knew that, because he had read it

in a book, and it was just a letter saying you will pay the money when you can, and signed with your name.

'Yes, I think so,' said Dicky. 'I wonder Father doesn't go to this kind gentleman. I've seen his name before on

But the rest of us were sure he hadn't, because, of course, if he had, there would have been more money to

buy nice things. just then Pincher jumped up and knocked over the paintingwater. He is a very careless dog.

I wonder why paintingwater is always such an ugly colour? Dora ran for a duster to wipe it up, and H. O.

dropped drops of the water on his hands and said he had got the plague. So we played at the plague for a bit,

and I was an Arab physician with a bathtowel turban, and cured the plague with magic aciddrops. After

that it was time for dinner, and after dinner we talked it all over and settled that we would go and see the

Generous Benefactor the very next day. But we thought perhaps the G. B. it is short for Generous

Benefactor would not like it if there were so many of us. I have often noticed that it is the worst of our

being six people think six a great many, when it's children. That sentence looks wrong somehow. I mean

they don't mind six pairs of boots, or six pounds of apples, or six oranges, especially in equations, but they

seem to think you ought not to have five brothers and sisters. Of course Dicky was to go, because it was his

idea. Dora had to go to Blackheath to see an old lady, a friend of Father's, so she couldn't go. Alice said she

ought to go, because it said, 'Ladies and gentlemen,' and perhaps the G. B. wouldn't let us have the money

H. O. said Alice wasn't a lady; and she said he wasn't going, anyway. Then he called her a disagreeable cat,

And Dora said, 'Don't cry, Alice; he only meant you weren't a grownup lady.' Then H. O. said, 'What else

So Dicky said, 'Don't be disagreeable yourself, H. O. Let her alone and say you're sorry, or I'll jolly well

So H. O. said he was sorry. Then Alice kissed him and said she was sorry too; and after that H. O. gave her a

Noel went the last time any of us went to London, so he was out of it, and Dora said she would take him to

Blackheath if we'd take H. O. So as there'd been a little disagreeableness we thought it was better to take him,

and we did. At first we thought we'd tear our oldest things a bit more, and put some patches of different

colours on them, to show the G. B. how much we wanted money. But Dora said that would be a sort of

cheating, pretending we were poorer than we are. And Dora is right sometimes, though she is our elder sister.

Then we thought we'd better wear our best things, so that the G. B. might see we weren't so very poor that he

couldn't trust us to pay his money back when we had it. But Dora said that would be wrong too. So it came to

our being quite honest, as Dora said, and going just as we were, without even washing our faces and hands;

but when I looked at H. O. in the train I wished we had not been quite so particularly honest.

Every one who reads this knows what it is like to go in the train, so I shall not tell about it though it was

rather fun, especially the part where the guard came for the tickets at Waterloo, and H. O. was under the seat

and pretended to be a dog without a ticket. We went to Charing Cross, and we just went round to Whitehall to

see the soldiers and then by St James's for the same reason and when we'd looked in the shops a bit we got

to Brook Street, Bond Street. It was a brass plate on a door next to a shop a very grand place, where they

sold bonnets and hats all very bright and smart, and no tickets on them to tell you the price. We rang a bell

and a boy opened the door and we asked for Mr Rosenbaum. The boy was not polite; he did not ask us in. So

then Dicky gave him his visiting card; it was one of Father's really, but the name is the same, Mr Richard

Bastable, and we others wrote our names underneath. I happened to have a piece of pink chalk in my pocket

Then the boy shut the door in our faces and we waited on the step. But presently he came down and asked our

And then he made us wait again, till I was quite stiff in my legs, but Alice liked it because of looking at the

'Mr Rosenbaum will see you,' so we wiped our feet on the mat, which said so, and we went up stairs with soft

carpets and into a room. It was a beautiful room. I wished then we had put on our best things, or at least

The room had velvet curtains and a soft, soft carpet, and it was full of the most splendid things. Black and

gold cabinets, and china, and statues, and pictures. There was a picture of a cabbage and a pheasant and a

dead hare that was just like life, and I would have given worlds to have it for my own. The fur was so natural

I should never have been tired of looking at it; but Alice liked the one of the girl with the broken jug best.

Then besides the pictures there were clocks and candlesticks and vases, and gilt lookingglasses, and boxes

of cigars and scent and things littered all over the chairs and tables. It was a wonderful place, and in the

middle of all the splendour was a little old gentleman with a very long black coat and a very long white beard

and a hookey nose like a falcon. And he put on a pair of gold spectacles and looked at us as if he knew

And then, while we elder ones were thinking how to begin, for we had all said 'Good morning' as we came in,

'The G. B.,' said H. O., and I winked at him to shut up, but he didn't see me, and the G. B. did. He waved his

hand at me to shut up, so I had to, and H. O. went on 'It stands for Generous Benefactor.'

The old gentleman frowned. Then he said, 'Your Father sent you here, I suppose?'

The old gentleman held out the card, and I explained that we took that because Father's name happens to be

the same as Dicky's. 'Doesn't he know you've come?' 'No,' said Alice, 'we shan't tell him till we've got the

partnership, because his own business worries him a good deal and we don't want to bother him with ours till

The old gentleman took off his spectacles and rumpled his hair with his hands, then he said, 'Then what did

'We saw your advertisement,' Dicky said, 'and we want a hundred pounds on our note of hand, and my sister

came so that there should be both kinds of us; and we want it to buy a partnership with in the lucrative

'I don't think I quite follow you,' said the G. B. 'But one thing I should like settled before entering more fully

'Well, you see,' said Alice, smiling at him to show she wasn't frightened, though I know really she was,

awfully, 'we thought it was so very kind of you to try to find out the poor people who want money and to help

He cleared the clocks and vases and candlesticks off some of the chairs, and we sat down. The chairs were

'Now,' he said, 'you ought to be at school, instead of thinking about money. Why aren't you?'

We told him that we should go to school again when Father could manage it, but meantime we wanted to do

something to restore the fallen fortunes of the House of Bastable. And we said we thought the lucrative patent

would be a very good thing. He asked a lot of questions, and we told him everything we didn't think Father

Then the G. B. said to Oswald, 'You seem the eldest,' but I explained to him that it was Dicky's idea, so my

Dicky said he wasn't yet, but he had thought of being a mining engineer some day, and going to Klondike.

'I shall be in ten years, though,' said Dicky. 'Then you might repudiate the loan,' said the G. B., and Dicky

Of course he ought to have said 'I beg your pardon. I didn't quite catch what you said' that is what Oswald

'Repudiate the loan,' the G. B repeated. 'I mean you might say you would not pay me back the money, and

'Oh, well, if you think we're such sneaks,' said Dicky, and he got up off his chair. But the G. B. said, 'Sit

Then he talked some more, and at last he said 'I don't advise you to enter into that partnership. It's a

swindle. Many advertisements are. And I have not a hundred pounds by me today to lend you. But I will

lend you a pound, and you can spend it as you like. And when you are twentyone you shall pay me back.'

'I shall pay you back long before that,' said Dicky. 'Thanks, awfully! And what about the note of hand?'

'Oh,' said the G. B., 'I'll trust to your honour. Between gentlemen, you know and ladies' he made a

Then he took out a sovereign, and held it in his hand while he talked to us. He gave us a lot of good advice

about not going into business too young, and about doing our lessons just swatting a bit, on our own hook,

so as not to be put in a low form when we went back to school. And all the time he was stroking the

sovereign and looking at it as if he thought it very beautiful. And so it was, for it was a new one. Then at last

he held it out to Dicky, and when Dicky put out his hand for it the G. B. suddenly put the sovereign back in

'No,' he said, 'I won't give you the sovereign. I'll give you fifteen shillings, and this nice bottle of scent. It's

worth far more than the five shillings I'm charging you for it. And, when you can, you shall pay me back the

The G. B. said he'd tell us that when we paid back the sovereign, but sixty per cent was nothing to be afraid

of. He gave Dicky the money. And the boy was made to call a cab, and the G. B. put us in and shook hands

with us all, and asked Alice to give him a kiss, so she did, and H. O. would do it too, though his face was

dirtier than ever. The G. B. paid the cabman and told him what station to go to, and so we went home.

That evening Father had a letter by the seveno'clock post. And when he had read it he came up into the

So we told him all about it. It took a long time, and Father sat in the armchair. It was jolly. He doesn't often

come and talk to us now. He has to spend all his time thinking about his business. And when we'd told him all

'You haven't done any harm this time, children; rather good than harm, indeed. Mr Rosenbaum has written

'Is he a friend of yours, Father?' Oswald asked. 'He is an acquaintance,' said my father, frowning a little, 'we

have done some business together. And this letter ' he stopped and then said: 'No; you didn't do any harm

today; but I want you for the future not to do anything so serious as to try to buy a partnership without

consulting me, that's all. I don't want to interfere with your plays and pleasures; but you will consult me about

Of course we said we should be delighted, but then Alice, who was sitting on his knee, said, 'We didn't like to

Father said, 'I haven't much time to be with you, for my business takes most of my time. It is an anxious

He looked so sad we all said we liked being alone. And then he looked sadder than ever.

Then Alice said, 'We don't mean that exactly, Father. It is rather lonely sometimes, since Mother died.' Then

we were all quiet a little while. Father stayed with us till we went to bed, and when he said good night he

looked quite cheerful. So we told him so, and he said 'Well, the fact is, that letter took a weight off my

mind.' I can't think what he meant but I am sure the G. B. would be pleased if he could know he had taken a

We gave the scent to Dora. It is not quite such good scent as we thought it would be, but we had fifteen

And until those fifteen shillings were spent we felt almost as jolly as though our fortunes had been properly

restored. You do not notice your general fortune so much, as long as you have money in your pocket. This is

why so many children with regular pocketmoney have never felt it their duty to seek for treasure. So,

perhaps, our not having pocketmoney was a blessing in disguise. But the disguise was quite impenetrable,

like the villains' in the books; and it seemed still more so when the fifteen shillings were all spent. Then at

last the others agreed to let Oswald try his way of seeking for treasure, but they were not at all keen about it,

and many a boy less firm than Oswald would have chucked the whole thing. But Oswald knew that a hero

must rely on himself alone. So he stuck to it, and presently the others saw their duty, and backed him up.

Oswald is a boy of firm and unswerving character, and he had never wavered from his first idea. He felt quite

certain that the books were right, and that the best way to restore fallen fortunes was to rescue an old

gentleman in distress. Then he brings you up as his own son: but if you preferred to go on being your own

father's son I expect the old gentleman would make it up to you some other way. In the books the least thing

does it you put up the railway carriage window or you pick up his purse when he drops it or you say a

The others, as I said, were very slack about it, and did not seem to care much about trying the rescue. They

said there wasn't any deadly peril, and we should have to make one before we could rescue the old gentleman

from it, but Oswald didn't see that that mattered. However, he thought he would try some of the easier ways

So he waited about the station, pulling up railway carriage windows for old gentlemen who looked likely

but nothing happened, and at last the porters said he was a nuisance. So that was no go. No one ever asked

him to say a hymn, though he had learned a nice short one, beginning 'New every morning' and when an

old gentleman did drop a twoshilling piece just by Ellis's the hairdresser's, and Oswald picked it up, and was

just thinking what he should say when he returned it, the old gentleman caught him by the collar and called

him a young thief. It would have been very unpleasant for Oswald if he hadn't happened to be a very brave

boy, and knew the policeman on that beat very well indeed. So the policeman backed him up, and the old

gentleman said he was sorry, and offered Oswald sixpence. Oswald refused it with polite disdain, and nothing

When Oswald had tried by himself and it had not come off, he said to the others, 'We're wasting our time, not

trying to rescue the old gentleman in deadly peril. Come buck up! Do let's do something!'

It was dinnertime, and Pincher was going round getting the bits off the plates. There were plenty because it

'It's only fair to try Oswald's way he has tried all the things the others thought of. Why couldn't we rescue

Lord Tottenham is the old gentleman who walks over the Heath every day in a paper collar at three o'clock

and when he gets halfway, if there is no one about, he changes his collar and throws the dirty one into the

And we couldn't think of any. There are no highwaymen on Blackheath now, I am sorry to say. And though

Oswald said half of us could be highwaymen and the other half rescue party, Dora kept on saying it would be

Pincher is very well bred, and he does know one or two things, though we never could teach him to beg. But

if you tell him to hold on he will do it, even if you only say 'Seize him!' in a whisper.

So we arranged it all. Dora said she wouldn't play; she said she thought it was wrong, and she knew it was

silly so we left her out, and she went and sat in the diningroom with a goodybook, so as to be able to say

Alice and H. O. were to hide in the furzebushes just by where Lord Tottenham changes his collar, and they

were to whisper, 'Seize him!' to Pincher; and then when Pincher had seized Lord Tottenham we were to go

and rescue him from his deadly peril. And he would say, 'How can I reward you, my noble young preservers?'

So we went up to the Heath. We were afraid of being late. Oswald told the others what Procrastination was

so they got to the furzebushes a little after two o'clock, and it was rather cold. Alice and H. O. and Pincher

hid, but Pincher did not like it any more than they did, and as we three walked up and down we heard him

whining. And Alice kept saying, 'I am so cold! Isn't he coming yet?' And H. O. wanted to come out and jump

But we told him he must learn to be a Spartan boy, and that he ought to be very thankful he hadn't got a

beastly fox eating his inside all the time. H. O. is our little brother, and we are not going to let it be our fault

if he grows up a milksop. Besides, it was not really cold. It was his knees he wears socks. So they stayed

where they were. And at last, when even the other three who were walking about were beginning to feel

rather chilly, we saw Lord Tottenham's big black cloak coming along, flapping in the wind like a great bird.

'Hist! he approaches. You'll know when to set Pincher on by hearing Lord Tottenham talking to himself he

Then we three walked slowly away whistling to show we were not thinking of anything. Our lips were rather

Lord Tottenham came striding along, talking to himself. People call him the mad Protectionist. I don't know

what it means but I don't think people ought to call a Lord such names. As he passed us he said, 'Ruin of

the country, sir! Fatal error, fatal error!' And then we looked back and saw he was getting quite near where

Pincher was, and Alice and H. O. We walked on so that he shouldn't think we were looking and in a

minute we heard Pincher's bark, and then nothing for a bit; and then we looked round, and sure enough good

old Pincher had got Lord Tottenham by the trouser leg and was holding on like billyho, so we started to run.

Lord Tottenham had got his collar half off it was sticking out sideways under his ear and he was

shouting, 'Help, help, murder!' exactly as if some one had explained to him beforehand what he was to do.

Pincher was growling and snarling and holding on. When we got to him I stopped and said

'Dicky, we must rescue this good old man.' Lord Tottenham roared in his fury, 'Good old man be '

So Oswald said. 'It is a dangerous task but who would hesitate to do an act of true bravery?'

And all the while Pincher was worrying and snarling, and Lord Tottenham shouting to us to get the dog

away. He was dancing about in the road with Pincher hanging on like grim death; and his collar flapping

He stood still, and I stooped down and caught hold of Pincher and whispered, 'Drop it, sir; drop it!'

So then Pincher dropped it, and Lord Tottenham fastened his collar again he never does change it if there's

I'm much obliged, I'm sure. Nasty vicious brute! Here's something to drink my health.'

But Dicky explained that we are teetotallers, and do not drink people's healths. So Lord Tottenham said,

'Well, I'm much obliged any way. And now I come to look at you of course, you're not young ruffians, but

gentlemen's sons, eh? Still, you won't be above taking a tip from an old boy I wasn't when I was your age,'

It was very silly; but now we'd done it I felt it would be beastly mean to take the old boy's chink after putting

him in such a funk. He didn't say anything about bringing us up as his own sons so I didn't know what to

do. I let Pincher go, and was just going to say he was very welcome, and we'd rather not have the money,

which seemed the best way out of it, when that beastly dog spoiled the whole show. Directly I let him go he

began to jump about at us and bark for joy, and try to lick our faces. He was so proud of what he'd done. Lord

And then Oswald saw it was all up, and he said, 'Good morning,' and tried to get away. But Lord Tottenham

'Not so fast!' And he caught Noel by the collar. Noel gave a howl, and Alice ran out from the bushes. NoEl is

her favourite. I'm sure I don't know why. Lord Tottenham looked at her, and he said

'Do you complete the party?' Lord Tottenham asked him. And H. O. said there were only five of us this time.

Lord Tottenham turned sharp off and began to walk away, holding Noel by the collar. We caught up with

him, and asked him where he was going, and he said, 'To the Police Station.' So then I said quite politely,

'Well, don't take Noel; he's not strong, and he easily gets upset. Besides, it wasn't his doing. If you want to

Dicky behaved very well. He said, 'If you take Oswald I'll go too, but don't take Noel; he's such a delicate

Lord Tottenham stopped, and he said, 'You should have thought of that before.' NoEl was howling all the

'Oh, do let Noel go, dear, good, kind Lord Tottenham; he'll faint if you don't, I know he will, he does

'Dora displayed considerable common sense,' said Lord Tottenham, and he let Noel go. And Alice put her

arm round Noel and tried to cheer him up, but he was all trembly, and as white as paper. Then Lord

'Then follow me,' he said, and led the way to a bench. We all followed, and Pincher too, with his tail between

his legs he knew something was wrong. Then Lord Tottenham sat down, and he made Oswald and Dicky

and H. O. stand in front of him, but he let Alice and NoEl sit down. And he said

'You set your dog on me, and you tried to make me believe you were saving me from it. And you would have

taken my halfsovereign. Such conduct is most No you shall tell me what it is, sir, and speak the truth.'

So I had to say it was most ungentlemanly, but I said I hadn't been going to take the halfsovereign.

So I said, 'I see now it was very silly, and Dora said it was wrong, but it didn't seem so till we did it. We

wanted to restore the fallen fortunes of our house, and in the books if you rescue an old gentleman from

deadly peril, he brings you up as his own son or if you prefer to be your father's son, he starts you in

business, so that you end in wealthy affluence; and there wasn't any deadly peril, so we made Pincher into

one and so ' I was so ashamed I couldn't go on, for it did seem an awfully mean thing. Lord Tottenham

'A very nice way to make your fortune by deceit and trickery. I have a horror of dogs. If I'd been a weak

We were all crying except Oswald, and the others say he was; and Lord Tottenham went on 'Well, well, I

see you're sorry. Let this be a lesson to you; and we'll say no more about it. I'm an old man now, but I was

Then Alice slid along the bench close to him, and put her hand on his arm: her fingers were pink through the

holes in her woolly gloves, and said, 'I think you're very good to forgive us, and we are really very, very

sorry. But we wanted to be like the children in the books only we never have the chances they have.

Everything they do turns out all right. But we are sorry, very, very. And I know Oswald wasn't going to take

the halfsovereign. Directly you said that about a tip from an old boy I began to feel bad inside, and I

Then Lord Tottenham stood up, and he looked like the Death of Nelson, for he is clean shaved and it is a

'Always remember never to do a dishonourable thing, for money or for anything else in the world.'

And we promised we would remember. Then he took off his hat, and we took off ours, and he went away,

and we went home. I never felt so cheap in all my life! Dora said, 'I told you so,' but we didn't mind even that

so much, though it was indeed hard to bear. It was what Lord Tottenham had said about ungentlemanly. We

didn't go on to the Heath for a week after that; but at last we all went, and we waited for him by the bench.

When he came along Alice said, 'Please, Lord Tottenham, we have not been on the Heath for a week, to be a

punishment because you let us off. And we have brought you a present each if you will take them to show

He sat down on the bench, and we gave him our presents. Oswald gave him a sixpenny compass he bought

it with my own money on purpose to give him. Oswald always buys useful presents. The needle would not

move after I'd had it a day or two, but Lord Tottenham used to be an admiral, so he will be able to make that

go all right. Alice had made him a shavingcase, with a rose worked on it. And H. O. gave him his knife

the same one he once cut all the buttons off his best suit with. Dicky gave him his prize, Naval Heroes,

because it was the best thing he had, and Noel gave him a piece of poetry he had made himself

When sin and shame bow down the brow Then people feel just like we do now. We are so sorry with grief

Lord Tottenham seemed very pleased. He thanked us, and talked to us for a bit, and when he said goodbye

And whenever we meet him he nods to us, and if the girls are with us he takes off his hat, so he can't really be

One day when we suddenly found that we had half a crown we decided that we really ought to try Dicky's

way of restoring our fallen fortunes while yet the deed was in our power. Because it might easily have

happened to us never to have half a crown again. So we decided to dally no longer with being journalists and

bandits and things like them, but to send for sample and instructions how to earn two pounds a week each in

our spare time. We had seen the advertisement in the paper, and we had always wanted to do it, but we had

never had the money to spare before, somehow. The advertisement says: 'Any lady or gentleman can easily

earn two pounds a week in their spare time. Sample and instructions, two shillings. Packed free from

observation.' A good deal of the halfcrown was Dora's. It came from her godmother; but she said she would

not mind letting Dicky have it if he would pay her back before Christmas, and if we were sure it was right to

try to make our fortune that way. Of course that was quite easy, because out of two pounds a week in your

spare time you can easily pay all your debts, and have almost as much left as you began with; and as to the

Dicky had always thought that this was really the best way to restore our fallen fortunes, and we were glad

that now he had a chance of trying because of course we wanted the two pounds a week each, and besides, we

were rather tired of Dicky's always saying, when our ways didn't turn out well, 'Why don't you try the sample

When we found out about our halfcrown we got the paper. NoEl was playing admirals in it, but he had made

the cocked hat without tearing the paper, and we found the advertisement, and it said just the same as ever. So

we got a twoshilling postal order and a stamp, and what was left of the money it was agreed we would

We got some nice paper out of Father's study, and Dicky wrote the letter, and we put in the money and put on

the stamp, and made H. O. post it. Then we drank the gingerbeer, and then we waited for the sample and

instructions. It seemed a long time coming, and the postman got quite tired of us running out and stopping

But on the third morning it came. It was quite a large parcel, and it was packed, as the advertisement said it

would be, 'free from observation.' That means it was in a box; and inside the box was some stiff browny

cardboard, crinkled like the galvanized iron on the tops of chickenhouses, and inside that was a lot of paper,

some of it printed and some scrappy, and in the very middle of it all a bottle, not very large, and black, and

We looked at it as it lay on the nursery table, and while all the others grabbed at the papers to see what the

printing said, Oswald went to look for the corkscrew, so as to see what was inside the bottle. He found the

corkscrew in the dresser drawer it always gets there, though it is supposed to be in the sideboard drawer in

the diningroom and when he got back the others had read most of the printed papers.

'I don't think it's much good, and I don't think it's quite nice to sell wine,' Dora said 'and besides, it's not easy

'I don't know,' said Alice; 'I believe I could.' They all looked rather down in the mouth, though, and Oswald

'Why, you've got to get people to taste that stuff in the bottle. It's sherry Castilian Amoroso its name is

and then you get them to buy it, and then you write to the people and tell them the other people want the

wine, and then for every dozen you sell you get two shillings from the wine people, so if you sell twenty

dozen a week you get your two pounds. I don't think we shall sell as much as that,' said Dicky.

'We might not the first week,' Alice said, 'but when people found out how nice it was, they would want more

and more. And if we only got ten shillings a week it would be something to begin with, wouldn't it?'

Oswald said he should jolly well think it would, and then Dicky took the cork out with the corkscrew. The

cork broke a good deal, and some of the bits went into the bottle. Dora got the medicine glass that has the

teaspoons and tablespoons marked on it, and we agreed to have a teaspoonful each, to see what it was like.

Dora behaved rather as if it were her bottle. I suppose it was, because she had lent the money for it.

Then she measured Out the teaspoonful, and she had first go, because of being the eldest. We asked at once

Then she said, 'It's like the tonic Noel had in the spring; but perhaps sherry ought to be like that.'

Then it was Oswald's turn. He thought it was very burny; but he said nothing. He wanted to see first what the

Dicky said his was simply beastly, and Alice said Noel could taste next if he liked.

Noel said it was the golden wine of the gods, but he had to put his handkerchief up to his mouth all the same,

Then H. O. had his, and he spat it out in the fire, which was very rude and nasty, and we told him so.

Then it was Alice's turn. She said, 'Only half a teaspoonful for me, Dora. We mustn't use it all up.' And she

Then Dicky said: 'Look here, I chuck this. I'm not going to hawk round such beastly stuff. Any one who likes

And Alice got out 'Ego' before the rest of us. Then she said, 'I know what's the matter with it. It wants sugar.'

And at once we all saw that that was all there was the matter with the stuff. So we got two lumps of sugar and

crushed it on the floor with one of the big wooden bricks till it was powdery, and mixed it with some of the

wine up to the tablespoon mark, and it was quite different, and not nearly so nasty.

'You see it's all right when you get used to it,' Dicky said. I think he was sorry he had said 'Quis?' in such a

'Of course,' Alice said, 'it's rather dusty. We must crush the sugar carefully in clean paper before we put it in

Dora said she was afraid it would be cheating to make one bottle nicer than what people would get when they

ordered a dozen bottles, but Alice said Dora always made a fuss about everything, and really it would be

'You see,' she said, 'I shall just tell them, quite truthfully, what we have done to it, and when their dozens

So then we crushed eight more lumps, very cleanly and carefully between newspapers, and shook it up well

in the bottle, and corked it up with a screw of paper, brown and not news, for fear of the poisonous printing

ink getting wet and dripping down into the wine and killing people. We made Pincher have a taste, and he

sneezed for ever so long, and after that he used to go under the sofa whenever we showed him the bottle.

Then we asked Alice who she would try and sell it to. She said: 'I shall ask everybody who comes to the

house. And while we are doing that, we can be thinking of outside people to take it to. We must be careful:

We did not wish to tell Eliza I don't know why. And she opened the door very quickly that day, so that the

Taxes and a man who came to our house by mistake for next door got away before Alice had a chance to try

them with the Castilian Amoroso. But about five Eliza slipped out for half an hour to see a friend who was

making her a hat for Sunday, and while she was gone there was a knock. Alice went, and we looked over the

banisters. When she opened the door, she said at once, 'Will you walk in, please?' The person at the door said,

But Alice only kept on saying, 'Will you walk in, please?' so at last the man did, rubbing his boots very

Then Alice shut the front door, and we saw that it was the butcher, with an envelope in his hand. He was not

dressed in blue, like when he is cutting up the sheep and things in the shop, and he wore knickerbockers.

Alice says he came on a bicycle. She led the way into the diningroom, where the Castilian Amoroso bottle

The others stayed on the stairs, but Oswald crept down and looked through the doorcrack.

'Please sit down,' said Alice quite calmly, though she told me afterwards I had no idea how silly she felt. And

the butcher sat down. Then Alice stood quite still and said nothing, but she fiddled with the medicine glass

'Will you tell your Pa I'd like a word with him?' the butcher said, when he got tired of saying nothing.

And then she stood still again and said nothing. It was beginning to look very idiotic of her, and H. O.

laughed. I went back and cuffed him for it quite quietly, and I don't think the butcher heard.

But Alice did, and it roused her from her stupor. She spoke suddenly, very fast indeed so fast that I knew

she had made up what she was going to say before. She had got most of it out of the circular.

She said, 'I want to call your attention to a sample of sherry wine I have here. It is called Castilian something

The butcher tasted a very little. He licked his lips, and we thought he was going to say how good it was. But

he did not. He put down the medicine glass with nearly all the stuff left in it (we put it back in the bottle

afterwards to save waste) and said, 'Excuse me, miss, but isn't it a little sweet? for sherry I mean?'

'The real isn't,' said Alice. 'If you order a dozen it will come quite different to that we like it best with sugar.

'I don't mind telling you: you are in business yourself, aren't you? We are trying to get people to buy it,

because we shall have two shillings for every dozen we can make any one buy. It's called a purr something.'

'A percentage. Yes, I see,' said the butcher, looking at the hole in the carpet.

'You see there are reasons, Alice went on, 'why we want to make our fortunes as quickly as we can.'

'Quite so,' said the butcher, and he looked at the place where the paper is coming off the wall.

'And this seems a good way,' Alice went on. 'We paid two shillings for the sample and instructions, and it

'I'm sure I hope you may, miss,' said the butcher. And Alice said again would he buy some?

'Sherry is my favourite wine,' he said. Alice asked him to have some more to drink.

'No, thank you, miss,' he said; 'it's my favourite wine, but it doesn't agree with me; not the least bit. But I've

an uncle drinks it. Suppose I ordered him half a dozen for a Christmas present? Well, miss, here's the shilling

commission, anyway,' and he pulled out a handful of money and gave her the shilling.

But the butcher said not on halfdozens they didn't. Then he said he didn't think he'd wait any longer for

Alice offered him the sherry again, but he said something about 'Not for worlds!' and then she let him out

Nobody came next day, but the day after a lady came to ask for money to build an orphanage for the children

of dead sailors. And we saw her. I went in with Alice. And when we had explained to her that we had only a

shilling and we wanted it for something else, Alice suddenly said, 'Would you like some wine?'

She was not a young lady, and she had a mantle with beads, and the beads had come off in places leaving a

browny braid showing, and she had printed papers about the dead sailors in a sealskin bag, and the seal had

come off in places, leaving the skin bare. We gave her a tablespoonful of the wine in a proper wineglass out

of the sideboard, because she was a lady. And when she had tasted it she got up in a very great hurry, and

shook out her dress and snapped her bag shut, and said, 'You naughty, wicked children! What do you mean

by playing a trick like this? You ought to be ashamed of yourselves! I shall write to your Mamma about it.

Then Alice said, 'I'm very sorry; the butcher liked it, only he said it was sweet. And please don't write to

Mother. It makes Father so unhappy when letters come for her!' and Alice was very near crying.

'What do you mean, you silly child?' said the lady, looking quite bright and interested. 'Why doesn't your

The lady looked at me a minute, and then she looked quite different, and she said, 'I'm very sorry. I didn't

know. Never mind about the wine. I daresay your little sister meant it kindly.' And she looked round the room

just like the butcher had done. Then she said again, 'I didn't know I'm very sorry. . .'

So I said, 'Don't mention it,' and shook hands with her, and let her out. Of course we couldn't have asked her

to buy the wine after what she'd said. But I think she was not a bad sort of person. I do like a person to say

they're sorry when they ought to be especially a grownup. They do it so seldom. I suppose that's why we

But Alice and I didn't feel jolly for ever so long afterwards. And when I went back into the diningroom I

saw how different it was from when Mother was here, and we are different, and Father is different, and

I went and found Alice, and told her what the lady had said, and when she had finished crying we put away

the bottle and said we would not try to sell any more to people who came. And we did not tell the others we

only said the lady did not buy any but we went up on the Heath, and some soldiers went by and there was a

The bottle got quite dusty where we had put it, and perhaps the dust of ages would have laid thick and heavy

on it, only a clergyman called when we were all out. He was not our own clergyman Mr Bristow is our own

clergyman, and we all love him, and we would not try to sell sherry to people we like, and make two pounds

a week out of them in our spare time. It was another clergyman, just a stray one; and he asked Eliza if the

dear children would not like to come to his little Sunday school. We always spend Sunday afternoons with

Father. But as he had left the name of his vicarage with Eliza, and asked her to tell us to come, we thought we

would go and call on him, just to explain about Sunday afternoons, and we thought we might as well take the

Dora said she thought we had much better not go; but we said 'Rot!' and it ended in her coming with us, and I

Oswald said he would do the talking if the others liked, and he learned up what to say from the printed

We went to the Vicarage early on Saturday afternoon, and rang at the bell. It is a new red house with no trees

in the garden, only very yellow mould and gravel. It was all very neat and dry. Just before we rang the bell

we heard some one inside call 'Jane! Jane!' and we thought we would not be Jane for anything. It was the

The door was opened by a very neat servant in black, with a white apron; we saw her tying the strings as she

came along the hall, through the differentcoloured glass in the door. Her face was red, and I think she was

The servant said Mr Mallow was very busy with his sermon just then, but she would see.

So she let us all in and shut the front door, and showed us into a very tidy room with a bookcase full of a lot

of books covered in black cotton with white labels, and some dull pictures, and a harmonium. And Mr

Mallow was writing at a desk with drawers, copying something out of a book. He was stout and short, and

He covered his writing up when we went in I didn't know why. He looked rather cross, and we heard Jane

or somebody being scolded outside by the voice. I hope it wasn't for letting us in, but I have had doubts.

'You asked us to call,' Dora said, 'about your little Sunday school. We are the Bastables of Lewisham Road.'

He took up his pen and fiddled with it, and he did not ask us to sit down. But some of us did.

'We always spend Sunday afternoon with Father,' said Dora; 'but we wished to thank you for being so kind as

'And we wished to ask you something else!' said Oswald; and he made a sign to Alice to get the sherry ready

'My time is limited,' said Mr Mallow, looking at his watch; 'but still ' Then he muttered something about the

fold, and went on: 'Tell me what is troubling you, my little man, and I will try to give you any help in my

Then Oswald quickly took the glass from Alice, and held it out to him, and said, 'I want your opinion on that.'

'It is a shipment,' Oswald said; 'but it's quite enough for you to taste.' Alice had filled the glass halffull; I

'It really does taste rather like one kind of Brazilnut.' Alice put her oar in as usual.

The Vicar looked from Alice to Oswald, and back again, and Oswald went on with what he had learned from

the printing. The clergyman held the glass at halfarm'slength, stiffly, as if he had caught cold.

'It is of a quality never before offered at the price. Old Delicate Amoro what's its name ' 'Amorolio,' said

'Amoroso,' said Oswald. 'H. O., you just shut up Castilian Amoroso it's a true afterdinner wine,

'Wine?'said Mr Mallow, holding the glass further off. 'Do you know,' he went on, making his voice very thick

and strong (I expect he does it like that in church), 'have you never been taught that it is the drinking of wine

and spirits yes, and BEER, which makes half the homes in England full of wretched little children, and

'Not if you put sugar in it,' said Alice firmly; 'eight lumps and shake the bottle. We have each had more than a

teaspoonful of it, and we were not ill at all. It was something else that upset H. O. Most likely all those acorns

The clergyman seemed to be speechless with conflicting emotions, and just then the door opened and a lady

came in. She had a white cap with lace, and an ugly violet flower in it, and she was tall, and looked very

'But why,' the Vicar was saying, 'why did you bring this dreadful fluid, this curse of our country, to me to

'Because we thought you might buy some,' said Dora, who never sees when a game is up. 'In books the

parson loves his bottle of old port; and new sherry is just as good with sugar for people who like sherry.

The lady said (and it was the voice), 'Good gracious! Nasty, sordid little things! Haven't they any one to teach

And Dora got up and said, 'No, we are not those things you say; but we are sorry we came here to be called

names. We want to make our fortune just as much as Mr Mallow does only no one would listen to us if we

But when we were going to wrap up the bottle and glass the clergyman said, 'No; you can leave that,' and we

We walked home very fast and not saying much, and the girls went up to their rooms. When I went to tell

them tea was ready, and there was a teacake, Dora was crying like anything and Alice hugging her.

I am afraid there is a great deal of crying in this chapter, but I can't help it. Girls will sometimes; I suppose it

'It's no good,' Dora was saying, 'you all hate me, and you think I'm a prig and a busybody, but I do try to do

Mother taught me to call her Sissy when we were very little and before the others came, but I don't often

somehow, now we are old. I patted her on the back, and she put her head against my sleeve, holding on to

Alice all the time, and she went on. She was in that laughycryey state when people say things they wouldn't

'Oh dear, oh dear I do try, I do. And when Mother died she said, "Dora, take care of the others, and teach

them to be good, and keep them out of trouble and make them happy." She said, "Take care of them for me,

Dora dear." And I have tried, and all of you hate me for it; and today I let you do this, though I knew all the

I hope you will not think I was a muff but I kissed Dora for some time. Because girls like it. And I will never

say again that she comes the good elder sister too much. And I have put all this in though I do hate telling

about it, because I own I have been hard on Dora, but I never will be again. She is a good old sort; of course

we never knew before about what Mother told her, or we wouldn't have ragged her as we did. We did not tell

the little ones, but I got Alice to speak to Dicky, and we three can sit on the others if requisite.

This made us forget all about the sherry; but about eight o'clock there was a knock, and Eliza went, and we

saw it was poor Jane, if her name was Jane, from the Vicarage. She handed in a brownpaper parcel and a

On the table was the brownpaper parcel, open, with our bottle and glass on it, and Father had a letter in his

hand. He Pointed to the bottle and sighed, and said, 'What have you been doing now?' The letter in his hand

So Dicky spoke up, and he told Father the whole thing, as far as he knew it, for Alice and I had not told about

And when he had done, Alice said, 'Has Mr Mallow written to you to say he will buy a dozen of the sherry

Father said no, he didn't think clergymen could afford such expensive wine; and he said he would like to taste

it. So we gave him what there was left, for we had decided coming home that we would give up trying for the

Father tasted it, and then he acted just as H. O. had done when he had his teaspoonful, but of course we did

I think it was the sherry, because I am sure I have read somewhere about 'wine that maketh glad the heart of

man'. He had only a very little, which shows that it was a good afterdinner wine, stimulating, and yet ... I

But when he had done laughing he said, 'It's all right, kids. Only don't do it again. The wine trade is

overcrowded; and besides, I thought you promised to consult me before going into business?'

'Before buying one I thought you meant,' said Dicky. 'This was only on commission.' And Father laughed

again. I am glad we got the Castilian Amoroso, because it did really cheer Father up, and you cannot always

do that, however hard you try, even if you make jokes, or give him a comic paper.

The part about his nobleness only comes at the end, but you would not understand it unless you knew how it

Of course as soon as we had promised to consult my Father about business matters we all gave up wanting to

go into business. I don't know how it is, but having to consult about a thing with grownup people, even the

We don't mind Albert's uncle chipping in sometimes when the thing's going on, but we are glad he never

asked us to promise to consult him about anything. Yet Oswald saw that my Father was quite right; and I

daresay if we had had that hundred pounds we should have spent it on the share in that lucrative business for

the sale of useful patent, and then found out afterwards that we should have done better to spend the money in

some other way. My Father says so, and he ought to know. We had several ideas about that time, but having

This was the case with H. O.'s idea of setting up a coconutshy on this side of the Heath, where there are

none generally. We had no sticks or wooden balls, and the greengrocer said he could not book so many as

twelve dozen coconuts without Mr Bastable's written order. And as we did not wish to consult my Father it

was decided to drop it. And when Alice dressed up Pincher in some of the dolls' clothes and we made up our

minds to take him round with an organ as soon as we had taught him to dance, we were stopped at once by

Dicky's remembering how he had once heard that an organ cost seven hundred pounds. Of course this was the

big church kind, but even the ones on three legs can't be got for oneandsevenpence, which was all we had

It was a wet day, I remember, and mutton hash for dinner very tough with pale gravy with lumps in it. I

think the others would have left a good deal on the sides of their plates, although they know better, only

Oswald said it was a savoury stew made of the red deer that Edward shot. So then we were the Children of

the New Forest, and the mutton tasted much better. No one in the New Forest minds venison being tough and

Then after dinner we let the girls have a dolls' teaparty, on condition they didn't expect us boys to wash up;

and it was when we were drinking the last of the liquorice water out of the little cups that Dicky said

Dicky answered us at once, though his mouth was full of bread with liquorice stuck in it to look like cake.

You should not speak with your mouth full, even to your own relations, and you shouldn't wipe your mouth

on the back of your hand, but on your handkerchief, if you have one. Dicky did not do this. He said

'Why, you remember when we first began about treasureseeking, I said I had thought of something, only I

'Well, tea then made me think.' He was going on to say what it made him think, but Noel interrupted and

cried out, 'I say; let's finish off this old teaparty and have a council of war.'

So we got out the flags and the wooden sword and the drum, and Oswald beat it while the girls washed up,

till Eliza came up to say she had the jumping toothache, and the noise went through her like a knife. So of

course Oswald left off at once. When you are polite to Oswald he never refuses to grant your requests.

When we were all dressed up we sat down round the camp fire, and Dicky began again.

'Every one in the world wants money. Some people get it. The people who get it are the ones who see things.

Dicky stopped and smoked the pipe of peace. It is the pipe we did bubbles with in the summer, and somehow

it has not got broken yet. We put tealeaves in it for the pipe of peace, but the girls are not allowed to have

any. It is not right to let girls smoke. They get to think too much of themselves if you let them do everything

'I see that glass bottles only cost a penny. H. O., if you dare to snigger I'll send you round selling old bottles,

and you shan't have any sweets except out of the money you get for them. And the same with you, Noel.'

'NoEl wasn't sniggering,' said Alice in a hurry; 'it is only his taking so much interest in what you were saying

makes him look like that. Be quiet, H. O., and don't you make faces, either. Do go on, Dicky dear.'

'There must be hundreds of millions of bottles of medicines sold every year. Because all the different

medicines say, "Thousands of cures daily," and if you only take that as two thousand, which it must be, at

least, it mounts up. And the people who sell them must make a great deal of money by them because they are

nearly always twoand ninepence the bottle, and threeandsix for one nearly double the size. Now the

'It's the medicine costs the money,' said Dora; 'look how expensive jujubes are at the chemist's, and

'That's only because they're nice,' Dicky explained; 'nasty things are not so dear. Look what a lot of brimstone

you get for a penny, and the same with alum. We would not put the nice kinds of chemist's things in our

Then he went on to tell us that when we had invented our medicine we would write and tell the editor about

it, and he would put it in the paper, and then people would send their twoandninepence and threeandsix

for the bottle nearly double the size, and then when the medicine had cured them they would write to the

paper and their letters would be printed, saying how they had been suffering for years, and never thought to

Dora interrupted and said, 'Not ointment it's so messy.' And Alice thought so too. And Dicky said he did

not mean it, he was quite decided to let it be in bottles. So now it was all settled, and we did not see at the

time that this would be a sort of going into business, but afterwards when Albert's uncle showed us we saw it,

and we were sorry. We only had to invent the medicine. You might think that was easy, because of the

number of them you see every day in the paper, but it is much harder than you think. First we had to decide

what sort of illness we should like to cure, and a 'heated discussion ensued', like in Parliament.

Dora wanted it to be something to make the complexion of dazzling fairness, but we remembered how her

face came all red and rough when she used the Rosabella soap that was advertised to make the darkest

complexion fair as the lily, and she agreed that perhaps it was better not. Noel wanted to make the medicine

first and then find out what it would cure, but Dicky thought not, because there are so many more medicines

than there are things the matter with us, so it would be easier to choose the disease first. Oswald would have

liked wounds. I still think it was a good idea, but Dicky said, 'Who has wounds, especially now there aren't

any wars? We shouldn't sell a bottle a day!' So Oswald gave in because he knows what manners are, and it

was Dicky's idea. H. O. wanted a cure for the uncomfortable feeling that they give you powders for, but we

explained to him that grownup people do not have this feeling, however much they eat, and he agreed.

Dicky said he did not care a straw what the loathsome disease was, as long as we hurried up and settled on

'It ought to be something very common, and only one thing. Not the pains in the back and all the hundreds of

Then we wrote a label to go on the bottle. When it was written it would not go on the vinegar bottle that we

CERTAIN CURE FOR COLDS Coughs, Asthma, Shortness of Breath, and all infections of the Chest

One dose gives immediate relief It will cure your cold in one bottle Especially the larger size at 3s. 6d.

Of course the next thing was for one of us to catch a cold and try what cured it; we all wanted to be the one,

but it was Dicky's idea, and he said he was not going to be done out of it, so we let him. It was only fair. He

left off his undershirt that very day, and next morning he stood in a draught in his nightgown for quite a long

time. And we damped his dayshirt with the nailbrush before he put it on. But all was vain. They always tell

So then we all went over to the Park, and Dicky went right into the water with his boots on, and stood there

as long as he could bear it, for it was rather cold, and we stood and cheered him on. He walked home in his

wet clothes, which they say is a sure thing, but it was no go, though his boots were quite spoiled. And three

'I can't help it,' Noel said. 'You should have caught it yourself, then it wouldn't have come to me.

And Alice said she had known all along Noel oughtn't to have stood about on the bank cheering in the cold.

Noel had to go to bed, and then we began to make the medicines; we were sorry he was out of it, but he had

We made a great many medicines. Alice made herb tea. She got sage and thyme and savory and marjoram

and boiled them all up together with salt and water, but she WOULD put parsley in too. Oswald is sure

parsley is not a herb. It is only put on the cold meat and you are not supposed to eat it. It kills parrots to eat

parsley, I believe. I expect it was the parsley that disagreed so with Noel. The medicine did not seem to do

Oswald got a pennyworth of alum, because it is so cheap, and some turpentine which every one knows is

good for colds, and a little sugar and an aniseed ball. These were mixed in a bottle with water, but Eliza threw

it away and said it was nasty rubbish, and I hadn't any money to get more things with.

Dora made him some gruel, and he said it did his chest good; but of course that was no use, because you

cannot put gruel in bottles and say it is medicine. It would not be honest, and besides nobody would believe

Dick mixed up lemonjuice and sugar and a little of the juice of the red flannel that Noel's throat was done up

in. It comes out beautifully in hot water. NoEl took this and he liked it. NoEl's own idea was liquoricewater,

and we let him have it, but it is too plain and black to sell in bottles at the proper price.

NoEl liked H. O.'s medicine the best, which was silly of him, because it was only peppermints melted in hot

water, and a little cobalt to make it look blue. It was all right, because H. O.'s paintbox is the French kind,

with Couleurs non Vgngneuses on it. This means you may suck your brushes if you want to, or even your

It was rather jolly while Noel had that cold. He had a fire in his bedroom which opens out of Dicky's and

Oswald's, and the girls used to read aloud to Noel all day; they will not read aloud to you when you are well.

Father was away at Liverpool on business, and Albert's uncle was at Hastings. We were rather glad of this,

because we wished to give all the medicines a fair trial, and grownups are but too fond of interfering. As if

His cold went on it was bad in his head, but it was not one of the kind when he has to have poultices and

can't sit up in bed. But when it had been in his head nearly a week, Oswald happened to tumble over Alice on

'Don't cry silly!' said Oswald; 'you know I didn't hurt you.' I was very sorry if I had hurt her, but you ought

not to sit on the stairs in the dark and let other people tumble over you. You ought to remember how beastly

'Oh, it's not that, Oswald,' Alice said. 'Don't be a pig! I am so miserable. Do be kind to me.'

'It's about Noel,' she said. 'I'm sure he's very ill; and playing about with medicines is all very well, but I know

he's ill, and Eliza won't send for the doctor: she says it's only a cold. And I know the doctor's bills are awful. I

heard Father telling Aunt Emily so in the summer. But he was , and perhaps he'll die or something.'

Then she began to cry again. Oswald thumped her again, because he knows how a good brother ought to

behave, and said, 'Cheer up.' If we had been in a book Oswald would have embraced his little sister tenderly,

H. O. had it to draw on the back of, and I can't find it now; I've looked everywhere. I'll tell you what I'm

going to do. No I won't. But I'm going out. Don't tell the others. And I say, Oswald, do pretend I'm in if Eliza

asks. Promise.' 'Tell me what you're going to do,' I said. But she said 'No'; and there was a good reason why

not. So I said I wouldn't promise if it came to that. Of course I meant to all right. But it did seem mean of her

So Alice went out by the side door while Eliza was setting tea, and she was a long time gone; she was not in

to tea. When Eliza asked Oswald where she was he said he did not know, but perhaps she was tidying her

corner drawer. Girls often do this, and it takes a long time. NoEl coughed a good bit after tea, and asked for

Oswald told him she was doing something and it was a secret. Oswald did not tell any lies even to save his

sister. When Alice came back she was very quiet, but she whispered to Oswald that it was all right. When it

was rather late Eliza said she was going out to post a letter. This always takes her an hour, because she WILL

go to the postoffice across the Heath instead of the pillarbox, because once a boy dropped fusees in our

pillarbox and burnt the letters. It was not any of us; Eliza told us about it. And when there was a knock at

the door a long time after we thought it was Eliza come back, and that she had forgotten the backdoor key.

We made H. O. go down to open the door, because it is his place to run about: his legs are younger than ours.

And we heard boots on the stairs besides H. O.'s, and we listened spellbound till the door opened, and it was

Alice stopped me, and her face was very red, her nose was shiny too, with having cried so much before tea.

She said, 'I only said I thought Noel ought to have the doctor. Don't you think he ought?' She got hold of

'Let's have a look at you, young man,' said Albert's uncle, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. It is a

rather shaky bed, the bar that keeps it steady underneath got broken when we were playing burglars last

'It was revealed to the Arab physician as he made merry in his tents on the wild plains of Hastings that the

Presence had a cold in its head. So he immediately seated himself on the magic carpet, and bade it bear him

He pulled out a jolly lot of chocolate and some butterscotch, and grapes for Noel. When we had all said thank

'The physician's are the words of wisdom: it's high time this kid was asleep. I have spoken. Ye have my leave

Then they came to the nursery which we had gone down to, and he sat down in the Guy Fawkes chair and

Alice said, 'You may tell them what I did. I daresay they'll all be in a wax, but I don't care.'

'I think you were very wise,' said Albert's uncle, pulling her close to him to sit on his knee. 'I am very glad

So then Oswald understood what Alice's secret was. She had gone out and sent a telegram to Albert's uncle at

Hastings. But Oswald thought she might have told him. Afterwards she told me what she had put in the

telegram. It was, 'Come home. We have given Noel a cold, and I think we are killing him.' With the address it

Then Albert's uncle began to ask questions, and it all came out, how Dicky had tried to catch the cold, but the

cold had gone to Noel instead, and about the medicines and all. Albert's uncle looked very serious.

'Look here,' he said, 'You're old enough not to play the fool like this. Health is the best thing you've got; you

ought to know better than to risk it. You might have killed your little brother with your precious medicines.

'Oh, do you think he's going to die?' Alice asked that, and she was crying again.

'No, no,' said Albert's uncle; 'but look here. Do you see how silly you've been? And I thought you promised

your Father ' And then he gave us a long talkingto. He can make you feel most awfully Small. At last he

stopped, and we said we were very sorry, and he said, 'You know I promised to take you all to the

So we said, 'Yes,' and knew but too well that now he wasn't going to. Then he went on

'Well, I will take you if you like, or I will take Noel to the sea for a week to cure his cold. Which is it to be?'

Of course he knew we should say, 'Take Noel' and we did; but Dicky told me afterwards he thought it was

Albert's uncle stayed till Eliza came in, and then he said good night in a way that showed us that all was

And we went to bed. It must have been the middle of the night when Oswald woke up suddenly, and there

Oswald told her to go to bed and not gas. But she said, 'I must tell you; I wish I'd told Albert's uncle. I'm a

thief, and if I die tonight I know where thieves go to.' So Oswald saw it was no good and he sat up in bed

and said 'Go ahead.' So Alice stood shivering and said 'I hadn't enough money for the telegram, so I took

the bad sixpence out of the exchequer. And I paid for it with that and the fivepence I had. And I wouldn't tell

you, because if you'd stopped me doing it I couldn't have borne it; and if you'd helped me you'd have been a

'You'd better have told me. But I think it will be all right if we pay it back. Go to bed. Cross with you? No,

The next day Albert's uncle took Noel away, before Oswald had time to persuade Alice that we ought to tell

him about the sixpence. Alice was very unhappy, but not so much as in the night: you can be very miserable

in the night if you have done anything wrong and you happen to be awake. I know this for a fact.

None of us had any money except Eliza, and she wouldn't give us any unless we said what for; and of course

we could not do that because of the honour of the family. And Oswald was anxious to get the sixpence to

give to the telegraph people because he feared that the badness of that sixpence might have been found out,

and that the police might come for Alice at any moment. I don't think I ever had such an unhappy day. Of

course we could have written to Albert's uncle, but it would have taken a long time, and every moment of

delay added to Alice's danger. We thought and thought, but we couldn't think of any way to get that sixpence.

It seems a small sum, but you see Alice's liberty depended on it. It was quite late in the afternoon when I met

Mrs Leslie on the Parade. She had a brown fur coat and a lot of yellow flowers in her hands. She stopped to

speak to me, and asked me how the Poet was. I told her he had a cold, and I wondered whether she would

lend me sixpence if I asked her, but I could not make up my mind how to begin to say it. It is a hard thing to

say much harder than you would think. She talked to me for a bit, and then she suddenly got into a cab, and

'I'd no idea it was so late,' and told the man where to go. And just as she started she shoved the yellow flowers

through the window and said, 'For the sick poet, with my love,' and was driven off.

Gentle reader, I will not conceal from you what Oswald did. He knew all about not disgracing the family, and

he did not like doing what I am going to say: and they were really Noel's flowers, only he could not have sent

them to Hastings, and Oswald knew he would say 'Yes' if Oswald asked him. Oswald sacrificed his family

pride because of his little sister's danger. I do not say he was a noble boy I just tell you what he did, and

He put on his oldest clothes they're much older than any you would think he had if you saw him when he

was tidy and he took those yellow chrysanthemums and he walked with them to Greenwich Station and

waited for the trains bringing people from London. He sold those flowers in penny bunches and got tenpence.

The lady said she had not noticed it, and never mind, but Oswald knew that 'Honesty is the best Policy', and

he refused to take back the pennies. So at last she said she should put them in the plate on Sunday. She is a

Then Oswald went home to Alice and told her, and she hugged him, and said he was a dear, good, kind boy,

We bought peppermint bullseyes with the fourpence I had over, and the others wanted to know where we got

Only afterwards when Noel came home we told him, because they were his flowers, and he said it was quite

The noble youth of high degree Consents to play a menial part, All for his sister Alice's sake, Who was so

But Oswald himself has never bragged about it. We got no treasure out of this, unless you count the

A day or two after Noel came back from Hastings there was snow; it was jolly. And we cleared it off the

path. A man to do it is sixpence at least, and you should always save when you can. A penny saved is a penny

earned. And then we thought it would be nice to clear it off the top of the portico, where it lies so thick, and

the edges as if they had been cut with a knife. And just as we had got out of the landingwindow on to the

portico, the Water Rates came up the path with his book that he tears the thing out of that says how much you

have got to pay, and the little inkbottle hung on to his buttonhole in case you should pay him. Father says

the Water Rates is a sensible man, and knows it is always well to be prepared for whatever happens, however

unlikely. Alice said afterwards that she rather liked the Water Rates, really, and Noel said he had a face like a

good vizier, or the man who rewards the honest boy for restoring the purse, but we did not think about these

things at the time, and as the Water Rates came up the steps, we shovelled down a great square slab of snow

like an avalanche and it fell right on his head . Two of us thought of it at the same moment, so it was quite a

large avalanche. And when the Water Rates had shaken himself he rang the bell. It was Saturday, and Father

was at home. We know now that it is very wrong and ungentlemanly to shovel snow off porticoes on to the

Water Rates, or any other person, and we hope he did not catch a cold, and we are very sorry. We apologized

We all deserved the punishment, because the others would have shovelled down snow just as we did if they'd

thought of it only they are not so quick at thinking of things as we are. And even quite wrong things

sometimes lead to adventures; as every one knows who has ever read about pirates or highwaymen.

Eliza hates us to be sent to bed early, because it means her having to bring meals up, and it means lighting the

fire in Noel's room ever so much earlier than usual. He had to have a fire because he still had a bit of a cold.

But this particular day we got Eliza into a good temper by giving her a horrid brooch with pretending

amethysts in it, that an aunt once gave to Alice, so Eliza brought up an extra scuttle of coals, and when the

greengrocer came with the potatoes (he is always late on Saturdays) she got some chestnuts from him. So that

when we heard Father go out after his dinner, there was a jolly fire in Noel's room, and we were able to go in

and be Red Indians in blankets most comfortably. Eliza had gone out; she says she gets things cheaper on

Saturday nights. She has a great friend, who sells fish at a shop, and he is very generous, and lets her have

So we were all alone in the house; Pincher was out with Eliza, and we talked about robbers. And Dora

'I think it would be very interesting. And you would only rob rich people, and be very generous to the poor

'Yes,' said Alice, 'you would never know a happy hour. Think of trying to sleep with the stolen jewels under

your bed, and remembering all the quantities of policemen and detectives that there are in the world!'

'There are ways of being robbers that are not wrong,' said Noel; 'if you can rob a robber it is a right act.'

'Yes you can, and it isn't; and murdering him with boiling oil is a right act, too, so there!' said Noel. 'What

H. O. said he would kill him with boiling oil; but Alice explained that she meant a real robber now this

Oswald and Dicky did not say; but Noel said he thought it would only be fair to ask the robber quite politely

Now what I am going to tell you is a very strange and wonderful thing, and I hope you will be able to believe

it. I should not, if a boy told me, unless I knew him to be a man of honour, and perhaps not then unless he

gave his sacred word. But it is true, all the same, and it only shows that the days of romance and daring deeds

Alice was just asking Noel how he would deal with the robber who wouldn't go if he was asked politely and

quietly, when we heard a noise downstairs quite a plain noise, not the kind of noise you fancy you hear. It

was like somebody moving a chair. We held our breath and listened and then came another noise, like some

one poking a fire. Now, you remember there was no one to poke a fire or move a chair downstairs, because

They could not have come in without our hearing them, because the front door is as hard to shut as the back

one, and whichever you go in by you have to give a slam that you can hear all down the street.

H. O. and Alice and Dora caught hold of each other's blankets and looked at Dicky and Oswald, and every

'It's ghosts, I know it is' and then we listened again, but there was no more noise. Presently Dora said in a

'Whatever shall we do? Oh, whatever shall we do what shall we do?' And she kept on saying it till we had

O reader, have you ever been playing Red Indians in blankets round a bedroom fire in a house where you

thought there was no one but you and then suddenly heard a noise like a chair, and a fire being poked,

downstairs? Unless you have you will not be able to imagine at all what it feels like. It was not like in books;

our hair did not stand on end at all, and we never said 'Hist!' once, but our feet got very cold, though we were

in blankets by the fire, and the insides of Oswald's hands got warm and wet, and his nose was cold like a

The girls said afterwards that they shivered with terror, and their teeth chattered, but we did not see or hear

'Shall we open the window and call police?' said Dora; and then Oswald suddenly thought of something, and

'I know it's not ghosts, and I don't believe it's robbers. I expect it's a stray cat got in when the coals came this

morning, and she's been hiding in the cellar, and now she's moving about. Let's go down and see.'

The girls wouldn't, of course; but I could see that they breathed more freely too. But Dicky said, 'All right; I

H. O. said, 'Do you think it's really a cat?' So we said he had better stay with the girls. And of course after

that we had to let him and Alice both come. Dora said if we took Noel down with his cold, she would scream

So Noel agreed to be getting his clothes on, and the rest of us said we would go down and look for the cat.

Now Oswald said that about the cat, and it made it easier to go down, but in his inside he did not feel at all

sure that it might not be robbers after all. Of course, we had often talked about robbers before, but it is very

different when you sit in a room and listen and listen and listen; and Oswald felt somehow that it would be

easier to go down and see what it was, than to wait, and listen, and wait, and wait, and listen, and wait, and

then perhaps to hear It, whatever it was, come creeping slowly up the stairs as softly as It could with Its boots

off, and the stairs creaking, towards the room where we were with the door open in case of Eliza coming back

suddenly, and all dark on the landings. And then it would have been just as bad, and it would have lasted

Dicky says he felt all these same things. Many people would say we were young heroes to go down as we

did; so I have tried to explain, because no young hero wishes to have more credit than he deserves.

The landing gas was turned down low just a blue bead and we four went out very softly, wrapped in our

blankets, and we stood on the top of the stairs a good long time before we began to go down. And we listened

And Oswald whispered to Dicky, and Dicky went into our room and fetched the large toy pistol that is a foot

long, and that has the trigger broken, and I took it because I am the eldest; and I don't think either of us

thought it was the cat now. But Alice and H. O. did. Dicky got the poker out of Noel's room, and told Dora it

Then Oswald whispered, 'Let's play at burglars; Dicky and I are armed to the teeth, we will go first. You keep

a flight behind us, and be a reinforcement if we are attacked. Or you can retreat and defend the women and

children in the fortress, if you'd rather.' But they said they would be a reinforcement.

Oswald's teeth chattered a little when he spoke. It was not with anything else except cold.

So Dicky and Oswald crept down, and when we got to the bottom of the stairs, we saw Father's study door

just ajar, and the crack of light. And Oswald was so pleased to see the light, knowing that burglars prefer the

dark, or at any rate the dark lantern, that he felt really sure it was the cat after all, and then he thought it

would be fun to make the others upstairs think it was really a robber. So he cocked the pistol you can cock

it, but it doesn't go off and he said, 'Come on, Dick!' and he rushed at the study door and burst into the

room, crying, 'Surrender! you are discovered! Surrender, or I fire! Throw up your hands!'

And, as he finished saying it, he saw before him, standing on the study hearthrug, a Real Robber. There was

no mistake about it. Oswald was sure it was a robber, because it had a screwdriver in its hands, and was

standing near the cupboard door that H. O. broke the lock off; and there were gimlets and screws and things

on the floor. There is nothing in that cupboard but old ledgers and magazines and the tool chest, but of

When Oswald saw that there really was a robber, and that he was so heavily armed with the screwdriver, he

did not feel comfortable. But he kept the pistol pointed at the robber, and you will hardly believe it, but it is

true the robber threw down the screwdriver clattering on the other tools, and he did throw up his hands, and

And Oswald said, still pointing the pistol, and feeling very strong and brave and as if he was in a book, 'Turn

The robber did: and while he turned them Out, we looked at him. He was of the middle height, and clad in a

black frockcoat and grey trousers. His boots were a little gone at the sides, and his shirtcuffs were a bit

frayed, but otherwise he was of gentlemanly demeanour. He had a thin, wrinkled face, with big, light eyes

that sparkled, and then looked soft very queerly, and a short beard. In his youth it must have been of a fair

golden colour, but now it was tinged with grey. Oswald was sorry for him, especially when he saw that one of

his pockets had a large hole in it, and that he had nothing in his pockets but letters and string and three boxes

of matches, and a pipe and a handkerchief and a thin tobacco pouch and two pennies. We made him put all

Alice and H. O. had come down to be reinforcements, when they heard a shout, and when Alice saw that it

was a Real Robber, and that he had surrendered, she clapped her hands and said, 'Bravo, boys!' and so did H.

O. And now she said, 'If he gives his word of honour not to escape, I shouldn't call the police: it seems a pity.

The robber agreed to this, and gave his word of honour, and asked if he might put on a pipe, and we said

'Yes,' and he sat in Father's armchair and warmed his boots, which steamed, and I sent H. O. and Alice to put

on some clothes and tell the others, and bring down Dicky's and my knickerbockers, and the rest of the

And they all came, and we sat round the fire, and it was jolly. The robber was very friendly, and talked to us a

'I wasn't always in this low way of business,' he said, when Noel said something about the things he had

turned out of his pockets. 'It's a great comedown to a man like me. But, if I must be caught, it's something to

My stars! How you did bolt into the room, "Surrender, and up with your hands!" You might have been born

Oswald is sorry if it was mean, but he could not own up just then that he did not think there was any one in

'And what made you think there was any one in the house?' the robber asked, when he had thrown his head

back, and laughed for quite half a minute. So we told him. And he applauded our valour, and Alice and H. O.

explained that they would have said 'Surrender,' too, only they were reinforcements. The robber ate some of

the chestnuts and we sat and wondered when Father would come home, and what he would say to us for

our intrepid conduct. And the robber told us of all the things he had done before he began to break into

'Why, this is Father's screwdriver and his gimlets, and all! Well, I do call it jolly cheek to pick a man's locks

'True, true,' said the robber. 'It is cheek, of the jolliest! But you see I've come down in the world. I was a

highway robber once, but horses are so expensive to hire five shillings an hour, you know and I couldn't

But the robber thought cycles were low and besides you couldn't go across country with them when

occasion arose, as you could with a trusty steed. And he talked of highwaymen as if he knew just how we

Then he told us how he had been a pirate captain and how he had sailed over waves mountains high, and

gained rich prizes and how he did begin to think that here he had found a profession to his mind.

'I don't say there are no ups and downs in it,' he said, 'especially in stormy weather. But what a trade! And a

sword at your side, and the Jolly Roger flying at the peak, and a prize in sight. And all the black mouths of

your guns pointed at the laden trader and the wind in your favour, and your trusty crew ready to live and

I did feel so sorry for him. He used such nice words, and he had a gentleman's voice.

'I'm sure you weren't brought up to be a pirate,' said Dora. She had dressed even to her collar and made

Noel do it too but the rest of us were in blankets with just a few odd things put on anyhow underneath.

'No,' he said, 'I was brought up to the law. I was at Balliol, bless your hearts, and that's true anyway.' He

'That was my Father's college,' H. O. was beginning, but Dicky said 'Why did you leave off being a pirate?'

'Oh, yes; why I gave it up because because I could not get over the dreadful seasickness.' 'Nelson was

'Ah,' said the robber; 'but I hadn't his luck or his pluck, or something. He stuck to it and won Trafalgar, didn't

he? "Kiss me, Hardy" and all that, eh? I couldn't stick to it I had to resign. And nobody kissed me.'

I saw by his understanding about Nelson that he was really a man who had been to a good school as well as to

And Alice asked if he was ever a coiner, and we told him how we had thought we'd caught the desperate gang

next door, and he was very much interested and said he was glad he had never taken to coining.

'Besides, the coins are so ugly nowadays,' he said, 'no one could really find any pleasure in making them. And

it's a holeandcorner business at the best, isn't it? and it must be a very thirsty one with the hot metal

Oswald forgot for a minute that the interesting stranger was a robber, and asked him if he wouldn't have a

drink. Oswald has heard Father do this to his friends, so he knows it is the right thing. The robber said he

And Dora went and got a bottle of Father's ale the Light Sparkling Family and a glass, and we gave it to

Then when he had had a drink he told us about bandits, but he said it was so bad in wet weather. Bandits'

'As a matter of fact,' he said, 'I was bushranging this afternoon, among the furzebushes on the Heath, but I

had no luck. I stopped the Lord Mayor in his gilt coach, with all his footmen in plush and gold lace, smart as

cockatoos. But it was no go. The Lord Mayor hadn't a stiver in his pockets. One of the footmen had six new

pennies: the Lord Mayor always pays his servants' wages in new pennies. I spent fourpence of that in bread

and cheese, that on the table's the tuppence. Ah, it's a poor trade!' And then he filled his pipe again.

We had turned out the gas, so that Father should have a jolly good surprise when he did come home, and we

sat and talked as pleasant as could be. I never liked a new man better than I liked that robber. And I felt so

sorry for him. He told us he had been a warcorrespondent and an editor, in happier days, as well as a

And quite suddenly, just as we were telling him about Lord Tottenham and our being highwaymen ourselves,

'They're filing something,' whispered the robber, 'here shut up, give me that pistol, and the poker. There is a

burglar now, and no mistake.' 'It's only a toy one and it won't go off,' I said, 'but you can cock it.'

Then we heard a snap. 'There goes the window bar,' said the robber softly. 'Jove! what an adventure! You

But Dicky and I said we should come. So he let us go as far as the bottom of the kitchen stairs, and we took

the tongs and shovel with us. There was a light in the kitchen; a very little light. It is curious we never

thought, any of us, that this might be a plant of our robber's to get away. We never thought of doubting his

That noble robber dashed the kitchen door open, and rushed in with the big toy pistol in one hand and the

'Surrender! You are discovered! Surrender, or I'll fire! Throw up your hands!' And Dicky and I rattled the

tongs and shovel so that he might know there were more of us, all bristling with weapons.

'All right, governor! Stow that scent sprinkler. I'll give in. Blowed if I ain't pretty well sick of the job,

Then we went in. Our robber was standing in the grandest manner with his legs very wide apart, and the

pistol pointing at the cowering burglar. The burglar was a large man who did not mean to have a beard, I

think, but he had got some of one, and a red comforter, and a fur cap, and his face was red and his voice was

thick. How different from our own robber! The burglar had a dark lantern, and he was standing by the

platebasket. When we had lit the gas we all thought he was very like what a burglar ought to be.

He did not look as if he could ever have been a pirate or a highwayman, or anything really dashing or noble,

and he scowled and shuffled his feet and said: 'Well, go on: why don't yer fetch the pleece?'

'Upon my word, I don't know,' said our robber, rubbing his chin. 'Oswald, why don't we fetch the police?'

It is not every robber that I would stand Christian names from, I can tell you but just then I didn't think of

Then the burglar began to speak very fast, and to look different ways with his hard, shiny little eyes.

'Lookee 'ere, governor,' he said, 'I was stony broke, so help me, I was. And blessed if I've nicked a haporth of

your little lot. You know yourself there ain't much to tempt a bloke,' he shook the platebasket as if he was

angry with it, and the yellowy spoons and forks rattled. 'I was just alooking through this 'ere Bankollerday

show, when you come. Let me off, sir. Come now, I've got kids of my own at home, strike me if I ain't

same as yours I've got a nipper just about 'is size, and what'll come of them if I'm lagged? I ain't been in it

'No,' said our robber; 'you certainly are not.' Alice and the others had come down by now to see what was

happening. Alice told me afterwards they thought it really was the cat this time.

'No, I ain't 'andy, as you say, sir, and if you let me off this once I'll chuck the whole blooming bizz; rake my

civvy, I will. Don't be hard on a cove, mister; think of the missis and the kids. I've got one just the cut of little

'Your family certainly fits your circumstances very nicely,' said our robber. Then Alice said

'Oh, do let him go! If he's got a little girl like me, whatever will she do? Suppose it was Father!'

'I don't think he's got a little girl like you, my dear,' said our robber, 'and I think he'll be safer under lock and

'You ask yer Father to let me go, miss,' said the burglar; "e won't 'ave the 'art to refuse you.'

'Not me, miss,' the burglar said very earnestly, and he looked at the platebasket again, as if that alone would

But our robber said no, it wouldn't be right; we must wait till Father came home. Then H. O. said, very

The minute he'd said it the burglar said, 'Kidded, by gum!' and then our robber made a step towards him to

catch hold of him, and before you had time to think 'Hullo!' the burglar knocked the pistol up with one hand

and knocked our robber down with the other, and was off out of the window like a shot, though Oswald and

And that burglar had the cheek to put his head in at the window and say, 'I'll give yer love to the kids and the

missis' and he was off like winking, and there were Alice and Dora trying to pick up our robber, and asking

him whether he was hurt, and where. He wasn't hurt at all, except a lump at the back of his head. And he got

Then he said, 'Let's put up the shutters. It never rains but it pours. Now you've had two burglars I daresay

you'll have twenty.' So we put up the shutters, which Eliza has strict orders to do before she goes out, only

she never does, and we went back to Father's study, and the robber said, 'What a night we are having!' and put

his boots back in the fender to go on steaming, and then we all talked at once. It was the most wonderful

adventure we ever had, though it wasn't treasureseeking at least not ours. I suppose it was the burglar's

treasureseeking, but he didn't get much and our robber said he didn't believe a word about those kids that

And then there was the click of the gate, and we said, 'Here's Father,' and the robber said, 'And now for the

Then we all jumped up. We did like him so much, and it seemed so unfair that he should be sent to prison,

And Alice said, 'Oh, no run! Dicky will let you out at the back door. Oh, do go, go now.'

And we all said, 'Yes, go,' and pulled him towards the door, and gave him his hat and stick and the things out

Father came in quickly, purring with the cold, and began to say, 'It's all right, Foulkes, I've got ' And then he

stopped short and stared at us. Then he said, in the voice we all hate, 'Children, what is the meaning of all

Then my Father said, 'Foulkes, I must really apologize for these very naughty ' And then our robber rubbed

'You're mistaken, my dear sir, I'm not Foulkes; I'm a robber, captured by these young people in the most

gallant manner. "Hands up, surrender, or I fire," and all the rest of it. My word, Bastable, but you've got some

Then we began to understand, and it was like being knocked down, it was so sudden. And our robber told us

he wasn't a robber after all. He was only an old college friend of my Father's, and he had come after dinner,

when Father was just trying to mend the lock H. O. had broken, to ask Father to get him a letter to a doctor

about his little boy Denny, who was ill. And Father had gone over the Heath to Vanbrugh Park to see some

rich people he knows and get the letter. And he had left Mr Foulkes to wait till he came back, because it was

important to know at once whether Father could get the letter, and if he couldn't Mr Foulkes would have had

Our robber told my Father about the other burglar, and said he was sorry he'd let him escape, but my Father

said, 'Oh, it's all right: poor beggar; if he really had kids at home: you never can tell forgive us our debts,

don't you know; but tell me about the first business. It must have been moderately entertaining.'

Then our robber told my Father how I had rushed into the room with a pistol, crying out ... but you know all

about that. And he laid it on so thick and fat about plucky younguns, and chips of old blocks, and things like

that, that I felt I was purple with shame, even under the blanket. So I swallowed that thing that tries to prevent

you speaking when you ought to, and I said, 'Look here, Father, I didn't really think there was any one in the

study. We thought it was a cat at first, and then I thought there was no one there, and I was just larking. And

Then our robber said, 'Yes, old chap; but when you found there really was some one there, you dropped the

And I said, 'No; I thought, "Hullo! here's a robber! Well, it's all up, I suppose, but I may as well hold on and

And I was glad I'd owned up, for Father slapped me on the back, and said I was a young brick, and our robber

said I was no funk anyway, and though I got very hot under the blanket I liked it, and I explained that the

Then Father got up some more beer, and laughed about Dora's responsibility, and he got out a box of figs he

had bought for us, only he hadn't given it to us because of the Water Rates, and Eliza came in and brought up

the bread and cheese, and what there was left of the neck of mutton cold wreck of mutton, Father called it

and we had a feast like a picnic all sitting anywhere, and eating with our fingers. It was prime. We sat up

till past twelve o'clock, and I never felt so pleased to think I was not born a girl. It was hard on the others;

they would have done just the same if they'd thought of it. But it does make you feel jolly when your pater

And she said, 'I wanted to, when you said no one kissed you when you left off being a pirate.' And he said, 'I

know you did, my dear.' And Dora kissed him too, and said, 'I suppose none of these tales were true?'

And he jolly well did play it, and no mistake. We have often seen him since, and his boy Denny, and his girl

And if any of you kids who read this ever had two such adventures in one night you can just write and tell

You have no idea how uncomfortable the house was on the day when we sought for gold with the

diviningrod. It was like a springcleaning in the wintertime. All the carpets were up, because Father had

told Eliza to make the place decent as there was a gentleman coming to dinner the next day. So she got in a

charwoman, and they slopped water about, and left brooms and brushes on the stairs for people to tumble

over. H. O. got a big bump on his head in that way, and when he said it was too bad, Eliza said he should

keep in the nursery then, and not be where he'd no business. We bandaged his head with a towel, and then he

stopped crying and played at being England's wounded hero dying in the cockpit, while every man was doing

his duty, as the hero had told them to, and Alice was Hardy, and I was the doctor, and the others were the

crew. Playing at Hardy made us think of our own dear robber, and we wished he was there, and wondered if

We were rather astonished at Father's having anyone to dinner, because now he never seems to think of

anything but business. Before Mother died people often came to dinner, and Father's business did not take up

so much of his time and was not the bother it is now. And we used to see who could go furthest down in our

nightgowns and get nice things to eat, without being seen, out of the dishes as they came out of the

diningroom. Eliza can't cook very nice things. She told Father she was a good plain cook, but he says it was

a fancy portrait. We stayed in the nursery till the charwoman came in and told us to be off she was going to

make one job of it, and have our carpet up as well as all the others, now the man was here to beat them. It

came up, and it was very dusty and under it we found my threepennybit that I lost ages ago, which shows

what Eliza is. H. O. had got tired of being the wounded hero, and Dicky was so tired of doing nothing that

Dora said she knew he'd begin to tease Noel in a minute; then of course Dicky said he wasn't going to tease

anybody he was going out to the Heath. He said he'd heard that nagging women drove a man from his

home, and now he found it was quite true. Oswald always tries to be a peacemaker, so he told Dicky to shut

up and not make an ass of himself. And Alice said, 'Well, Dora began And Dora tossed her chin up and said

it wasn't any business of Oswald's any way, and no one asked Alice's opinion. So we all felt very

uncomfortable till NoEl said, 'Don't let's quarrel about nothing. You know let dogs delight and I made up

Quarrelling is an evil thing, It fills with gall life's cup; For when once you begin It takes such a long time to

We all laughed then and stopped jawing at each other. Noel is very funny with his poetry. But that piece

happened to come out quite true. You begin to quarrel and then you can't stop; often, long before the others

are ready to cry and make it up, I see how silly it is, and I want to laugh; but it doesn't do to say so for it

Alice said Noel ought to be poet laureate, and she actually went out in the cold and got some laurel leaves

the spotted kind out of the garden, and Dora made a crown and we put it on him. He was quite pleased; but

I believe that's a word grownups use more than any other. Then suddenly Alice thought of that old idea of

So Oswald said, 'Fair priestess, we do greatly desire to find gold beneath our land, therefore we pray thee

'Yes I do, so there!' said Noel. 'It's a carcanet. I looked it out in the dicker, now then!' We asked him what a

'And to buy things,' said Dora; 'a great many things. New Sunday frocks and hats and kid gloves and '

She would have gone on for ever so long only we reminded her that we hadn't found the gold yet.

By this Alice had put on the nursery tablecloth, which is green, and tied the old blue and yellow antimacassar

And she went down into the hall. We all followed chanting 'Heroes.' It is a gloomy thing the girls learnt at the

Alice stopped short by the hatstand, and held up her hands as well as she could for the tablecloth, and said

'Now, great altar of the golden idol, yield me the diviningrod that I may use it for the good of the suffering

The umbrellastand was the altar of the golden idol, and it yielded her the old school umbrella. She carried it

'Now,' she said, 'I shall sing the magic chant. You mustn't say anything, but just follow wherever I go like

follow my leader, you know and when there is gold underneath the magic rod will twist in the hand of the

priestess like a live thing that seeks to be free. Then you will dig, and the golden treasure will be revealed. H.

O., if you make that clatter with your boots they'll come and tell us not to. Now come on all of you.'

So she went upstairs and down and into every room. We followed her on tiptoe, and Alice sang as she went.

What she sang is not out of a book Noel made it up while she was dressing up for the priestess.

When we came to where Eliza was, she said, 'Get along with you'; but Dora said it was only a game, and we

wouldn't touch anything, and our boots were quite clean, and Eliza might as well let us. So she did.

It was all right for the priestess, but it was a little dull for the rest of us, because she wouldn't let us sing, too;

so we said we'd had enough of it, and if she couldn't find the gold we'd leave off and play something else.

The priestess said, 'All right, wait a minute,' and went on singing. Then we all followed her back into the

nursery, where the carpet was up and the boards smelt of soft soap. Then she said, 'It moves, it moves! Once

more the choral hymn!' So we sang 'Heroes' again, and in the middle the umbrella dropped from her hands.

'The magic rod has spoken,' said Alice; 'dig here, and that with courage and despatch.' We didn't quite see

how to dig, but we all began to scratch on the floor with our hands, but the priestess said, 'Don't be so silly!

It's the place where they come to do the gas. The board's loose. Dig an you value your lives, for ere sundown

the dragon who guards this spoil will return in his fiery fury and make you his unresisting prey.'

So we dug that is, we got the loose board up. And Alice threw up her arms and cried

'See the rich treasure the gold in thick layers, with silver and diamonds stuck in it!'

'It's a lovely treasure,' said Dicky yawning. 'Let's come back and carry it away another day.'

'Let me feast my eyes on the golden splendour,' she said, 'hidden these long centuries from the human eye.

Behold how the magic rod has led us to treasures more Oswald, don't push so! more bright than ever

We thought she was kidding, but when she began to try to get into the hole, which was much too small, we

saw she meant it, so I said, 'Let's have a squint,' and I looked, but I couldn't see anything, even when I lay

down on my stomach. The others lay down on their stomachs too and tried to see, all but Noel, who stood and

looked at us and said we were the great serpents come down to drink at the magic pool. He wanted to be the

knight and slay the great serpents with his good sword he even drew the umbrella ready but Alice said,

'All right, we will in a minute. But now I'm sure I saw it; do get a match, Noel, there's a dear.'

'Perhaps it was a rat's eye,' Noel said, 'or a snake's,' and we did not put our heads quite so close to the hole till

Then I struck a match, and Alice cried, 'There it is!' And there it was, and it was a halfsovereign, partly

dusty and partly bright. We think perhaps a mouse, disturbed by the carpets being taken up, may have

brushed the dust of years from part of the halfsovereign with his tail. We can't imagine how it came there,

only Dora thinks she remembers once when H. O. was very little Mother gave him some money to hold, and

he dropped it, and it rolled all over the floor. So we think perhaps this was part of it. We were very glad. H.

O. wanted to go out at once and buy a mask he had seen for fourpence. It had been a shilling mask, but now it

was going very cheap because Guy Fawkes' Day was over, and it was a little cracked at the top. but Dora

But H. O. did not care about waiting, and I felt for him. Dora is rather like grownups in that way; she does

not seem to understand that when you want a thing you do want it, and that you don't wish to wait, even a

So we went and asked Albertnextdoor's uncle. He was pegging away at one of the rotten novels he has to

'My hero's folly has involved him in a difficulty,' he said. 'It is his own fault. I will leave him to meditate on

the incredible fatuity the hare brained recklessness which have brought him to this pass. It will be a

lesson to him. I, meantime, will give myself unreservedly to the pleasures of your conversation.'

That's one thing I like Albert's uncle for. He always talks like a book, and yet you can always understand

what he means. I think he is more like us, inside of his mind, than most grownup people are. He can pretend

beautifully. I never met anyone else so good at it, except our robber, and we began it, with him. But it was

Albert's uncle who first taught us how to make people talk like books when you're playing things, and he

made us learn to tell a story straight from the beginning, not starting in the middle like most people do. So

now Oswald remembered what he had been told, as he generally does, and began at the beginning, but when

So Alice said, 'O high priest of the great idol, the humblest of thy slaves took the school umbrella for a

'Invocation perhaps?' said Albert's uncle. 'Yes; and then I went about and about and the others got tired, so the

diviningrod fell on a certain spot, and I said, "Dig", and we dug it was where the loose board is for the gas

men and then there really and truly was a halfsovereign lying under the boards, and here it is.'

'The great high priest will bite it to see if it's good,' he said, and he did. 'I congratulate you,' he went on; 'you

are indeed among those favoured by the Immortals. First you find halfcrowns in the garden, and now this.

The high priest advises you to tell your Father, and ask if you may keep it. My hero has become penitent, but

Of course we know from Kipling that that means, 'You'd better bunk, and be sharp about it,' so we came

I shall be like that when I'm a man. He gave us our jungle books, and he is awfully clever, though he does

We told Father about it that night. He was very kind. He said we might certainly have the halfsovereign, and

Then he said, 'Your dear Mother's Indian Uncle is coming to dinner here tomorrow night. So will you not

drag the furniture about overhead, please, more than you're absolutely obliged; and H. O. might wear slippers

'This Indian Uncle is not used to children, and he is coming to talk business with me. It is really important

that he should be quiet. Do you think, Dora, that perhaps bed at six for H. O. and Noel '

But H. O. said, 'Father, I really and truly won't make a noise. I'll stand on my head all the evening sooner than

And Alice said Noel never made a row anyhow. So Father laughed and said, 'All right.' And he said we might

do as we liked with the halfsovereign. 'Only for goodness' sake don't try to go in for business with it,' he

We talked it over all that evening, and we decided that as we were not to go into business with our

halfsovereign it was no use not spending it at once, and so we might as well have a right royal feast. The

next day we went out and bought the things. We got figs, and almonds and raisins, and a real raw rabbit, and

Eliza promised to cook it for us if we would wait till tomorrow, because of the Indian Uncle coming to

dinner. She was very busy cooking nice things for him to eat. We got the rabbit because we are so tired of

beef and mutton, and Father hasn't a bill at the poultry shop. And we got some flowers to go on the

dinnertable for Father's party. And we got hardbake and raspberry noyau and peppermint rock and oranges

and a coconut, with other nice things. We put it all in the top long drawer. It is H. O.'s play drawer, and we

made him turn his things out and put them in Father's old portmanteau. H. O. is getting old enough now to

learn to be unselfish, and besides, his drawer wanted tidying very badly. Then we all vowed by the honour of

the ancient House of Bastable that we would not touch any of the feast till Dora gave the word next day. And

we gave H. O. some of the hardbake, to make it easier for him to keep his vow. The next day was the most

rememorable day in all our lives, but we didn't know that then. But that is another story. I think that is such a

useful way to know when you can't think how to end up a chapter. I learnt it from another writer named

It was all very well for Father to ask us not to make a row because the Indian Uncle was coming to talk

business, but my young brother's boots are not the only things that make a noise. We took his boots away and

made him wear Dora's bath slippers, which are soft and woolly, and hardly any soles to them; and of course

we wanted to see the Uncle, so we looked over the banisters when he came, and we were as quiet as mice

but when Eliza had let him in she went straight down to the kitchen and made the most awful row you ever

heard, it sounded like the Day of judgement, or all the saucepans and crockery in the house being kicked

about the floor, but she told me afterwards it was only the teatray and one or two cups and saucers, that she

had knocked over in her flurry. We heard the Uncle say, 'God bless my soul!' and then he went into Father's

I don't believe the dinner was very nice. Something got burned I'm sure for we smelt it. It was an extra

I know that got burned. Eliza wouldn't have any of us in the kitchen except Dora till dinner was over. Then

we got what was left of the dessert, and had it on the stairs just round the corner where they can't see you

from the hall, unless the first landing gas is lighted. Suddenly the study door opened and the Uncle came out

and went and felt in his greatcoat pocket. It was his cigarcase he wanted. We saw that afterwards. We got a

much better view of him then. He didn't look like an Indian but just like a kind of brown, big Englishman,

When he went back to the study he didn't shut the door properly. That door has always been a little tiresome

since the day we took the lock off to get out the pencil sharpener H. O. had shoved into the keyhole. We

didn't listen really and truly but the Indian Uncle has a very big voice, and Father was not going to be

beaten by a poor Indian in talking or anything else so he spoke up too, like a man, and I heard him say it

was a very good business, and only wanted a little capital and he said it as if it was an imposition he had

learned, and he hated having to say it. The Uncle said, 'Pooh, pooh!' to that, and then he said he was afraid

Then I heard my Father say, 'It is not a pleasant subject: I am sorry I introduced it. Suppose we change it, sir.

Let me fill your glass.' Then the poor Indian said something about vintage and that a poor, broken down

man like he was couldn't be too careful. And then Father said, 'Well, whisky then,' and afterwards they talked

So then Oswald remembered that you must not hear what people do not intend you to hear even if you are

not listening and he said, 'We ought not to stay here any longer. Perhaps they would not like us to hear.'

Alice said, 'Oh, do you think it could possibly matter?' and went and shut the study door softly but quite tight.

Then Noel said, 'Now I understand. Of course my Father is making a banquet for the Indian, because he is a

poor, brokendown man. We might have known that from "Lo, the poor Indian!" you know.'

We all agreed with him, and we were glad to have the thing explained, because we had not understood before

'Poor people are very proud,' said Alice, 'and I expect Father thought the Indian would be ashamed, if all of us

'I wish his dinner had not been so nasty,' Dora said, while Oswald put lumps of coal on the fire with his

fingers, so as not to make a noise. He is a very thoughtful boy, and he did not wipe his fingers on his trouser

leg as perhaps Noel or H. O. would have done, but he just rubbed them on Dora's handkerchief while she was

'I am afraid the dinner was horrid.' Dora went on. 'The table looked very nice with the flowers we got. I set it

myself, and Eliza made me borrow the silver spoons and forks from Albertnextdoor's Mother.'

'I hope the poor Indian is honest,' said Dicky gloomily, 'when you are a poor, brokendown man silver

Oswald told him not to talk such tommyrot because the Indian was a relation, so of course he couldn't do

anything dishonourable. And Dora said it was all right any way, because she had washed up the spoons and

forks herself and counted them, and they were all there, and she had put them into their washleather bag,

'And the brussels sprouts were all wet and swimmy,' she went on, 'and the potatoes looked grey and there

were bits of black in the gravy and the mutton was blueyred and soft in the middle. I saw it when it came

out. The applepie looked very nice but it wasn't quite done in the apply part. The other thing that was

I thought of all the things we had bought with our halfsovereign the rabbit and the sweets and the almonds

and raisins and figs and the coconut: and I thought of the nasty mutton and things, and while I was thinking

'let's ask the poor Indian to come to dinner with us tomorrow.' I should have said it myself if she had given

We got the little ones to go to bed by promising to put a note on their dressingtable saying what had

happened, so that they might know the first thing in the morning, or in the middle of the night if they

I waited by the back door, and when the Uncle was beginning to go Dicky was to drop a marble down

between the banisters for a signal, so that I could run round and meet the Uncle as he came out.

This seems like deceit, but if you are a thoughtful and considerate boy you will understand that we could not

go down and say to the Uncle in the hall under Father's eye, 'Father has given you a beastly, nasty dinner, but

if you will come to dinner with us tomorrow, we will show you our idea of good things to eat.' You will see,

So when the Uncle left, Father saw him to the door and let him out, and then went back to the study, looking

I did not mind his being poor, and I said, 'Good evening, Uncle,' just as politely as though he had been about

to ascend into one of the gilded chariots of the rich and affluent, instead of having to walk to the station a

'Good evening, Uncle.' I said it again, for he stood staring at me. I don't suppose he was used to politeness

'You've been dining with my Father, and we couldn't help hearing you say the dinner was shocking. So we

thought as you're an Indian, perhaps you're very poor' I didn't like to tell him we had heard the dreadful

truth from his own lips, so I went on, 'because of "Lo, the poor Indian" you know and you can't get a

good dinner every day. And we are very sorry if you're poor; and won't you come and have dinner with us

tomorrow with us children, I mean? It's a very, very good dinner rabbit, and hardbake, and coconut

and you needn't mind us knowing you re poor, because we know honourable poverty is no disgrace, and ' I

could have gone on much longer, but he interrupted me to say 'Upon my word! And what's your name, eh?'

'Oswald Bastable,' I said; and I do hope you people who are reading this story have not guessed before that I

'Oswald Bastable, eh? Bless my soul!' said the poor Indian. 'Yes, I'll dine with you, Mr Oswald Bastable, with

all the pleasure in life. Very kind and cordial invitation, I'm sure. Good night, sir. At one o'clock, I presume?'

Then I went in and told the others, and we wrote a paper and put it on the boy's dressing table, and it said

'The poor Indian is coming at one. He seemed very grateful to me for my kindness.'

We did not tell Father that the Uncle was coming to dinner with us, for the polite reason that I have explained

before. But we had to tell Eliza; so we said a friend was coming to dinner and we wanted everything very

nice. I think she thought it was Albertnextdoor, but she was in a good temper that day, and she agreed to

cook the rabbit and to make a pudding with currants in it. And when one o'clock came the Indian Uncle came

too. I let him in and helped him off with his greatcoat, which was all furry inside, and took him straight to the

nursery. We were to have dinner there as usual, for we had decided from the first that he would enjoy himself

more if he was not made a stranger of. We agreed to treat him as one of ourselves, because if we were too

He shook hands with us all and asked our ages, and what schools we went to, and shook his head when we

said we were having a holiday just now. I felt rather uncomfortable I always do when they talk about

schools and I couldn't think of anything to say to show him we meant to treat him as one of ourselves. I did

ask if he played cricket. He said he had not played lately. And then no one said anything till dinner came in.

We had all washed our faces and hands and brushed our hair before he came in, and we all looked very nice,

especially Oswald, who had had his hair cut that very morning. When Eliza had brought in the rabbit and

gone out again, we looked at each other in silent despair, like in books. It seemed as if it were going to be just

a dull dinner like the one the poor Indian had had the night before; only, of course, the things to eat would be

nicer. Dicky kicked Oswald under the table to make him say something and he had his new boots on, too!

So we at once showed the Uncle how to be a dauntless hunter. The rabbit was the deer we had slain in the

green forest with our trusty yew bows, and we toasted the joints of it, when the Uncle had carved it, on bits of

firewood sharpened to a point. The Uncle's piece got a little burnt, but he said it was delicious, and he said

game was always nicer when you had killed it yourself. When Eliza had taken away the rabbit bones and

brought in the pudding, we waited till she had gone out and shut the door, and then we put the dish down on

the floor and slew the pudding in the dish in the good oldfashioned way. It was a wild boar at bay, and very

hard indeed to kill, even with forks. The Uncle was very fierce indeed with the pudding, and jumped and

howled when he speared it, but when it came to his turn to be helped, he said, 'No, thank you; think of my

But he had some almonds and raisins when we had climbed to the top of the chest of drawers to pluck them

from the boughs of the great trees; and he had a fig from the cargo that the rich merchants brought in their

ship the long drawer was the ship and the rest of us had the sweets and the coconut. It was a very glorious

and beautiful feast, and when it was over we said we hoped it was better than the dinner last night. And he

'I never enjoyed a dinner more.' He was too polite to say what he really thought about Father's dinner. And

He smoked a cigar while we finished up what there was left to eat, and told us about tiger shooting and about

elephants. We asked him about wigwams, and wampum, and mocassins, and beavers, but he did not seem to

We liked him very much indeed, and when he was going at last, Alice nudged me, and I said 'There's one

and threepence farthing left out of our halfsovereign. Will you take it, please, because we do like you very

much indeed, and we don't want it, really; and we would rather you had it.' And I put the money into his

'I'll take the threepennybit,' he said, turning the money over and looking at it, 'but I couldn't rob you of the

rest. By the way, where did you get the money for this most royal spread half a sovereign you said eh,

We told him all about the different ways we had looked for treasure, and when we had been telling some time

he sat down, to listen better and at last we told him how Alice had played at diviningrod, and how it really

Then he said he would like to see her do it again. But we explained that the rod would only show gold and

silver, and that we were quite sure there was no more gold in the house, because we happened to have looked

'Well, silver, then,' said he; 'let's hide the platebasket, and little Alice shall make the diviningrod find it.

'There isn't any silver in the platebasket now,' Dora said. 'Eliza asked me to borrow the silver spoons and

forks for your dinner last night from Albertnextdoor's Mother. Father never notices, but she thought it

would be nicer for you. Our own silver went to have the dents taken out; and I don't think Father could afford

'Bless my soul!' said the Uncle again, looking at the hole in the big chair that we burnt when we had Guy

'We don't have any now,' said Alice; 'but indeed we don't want the other shilling. We'd much rather you had

And the rest of us said, 'Yes.' The Uncle wouldn't take it, but he asked a lot of questions, and at last he went

'Well, youngsters, I've enjoyed myself very much. I shan't forget your kind hospitality. Perhaps the poor

Oswald said if he ever could we should like to come very much, but he was not to trouble to get such a nice

dinner as ours, because we could do very well with cold mutton and rice pudding. We do not like these

We had not got any treasure by this party, but we had had a very good time, and I am sure the Uncle enjoyed

We were so sorry he was gone that we could none of us eat much tea; but we did not mind, because we had

pleased the poor Indian and enjoyed ourselves too. Besides, as Dora said, 'A contented mind is a continual

Only H. O. did not seem to think a continual feast was a contented mind, and Eliza gave him a powder in

But the rest of us were quite well, and I think it must have been the coconut with H. O. We hoped nothing

Now it is coming near the end of our treasureseeking, and the end was so wonderful that now nothing is like

It used to be. It is like as if our fortunes had been in an earthquake, and after those, you know, everything

The day after the Uncle speared the pudding with us opened in gloom and sadness. But you never know. It

was destined to be a day when things happened. Yet no sign of this appeared in the early morning. Then all

was misery and upsetness. None of us felt quite well; I don't know why: and Father had one of his awful

colds, so Dora persuaded him not to go to London, but to stay cosy and warm in the study, and she made him

some gruel. She makes it better than Eliza does; Eliza's gruel is all little lumps, and when you suck them it is

We kept as quiet as we could, and I made H. O. do some lessons, like the G. B. had advised us to. But it was

very dull. There are some days when you seem to have got to the end of all the things that could ever possibly

happen to you, and you feel you will spend all the rest of your life doing dull things just the same way. Days

Then Dicky said if things went on like this he should run away to sea, and Alice said she thought it would be

rather nice to go into a convent. H. O. was a little disagreeable because of the powder Eliza had given him, so

he tried to read two books at once, one with each eye, just because Noel wanted one of the books, which was

very selfish of him, so it only made his headache worse. H. O. is getting old enough to learn by experience

that it is wrong to be selfish, and when he complained about his head Oswald told him whose fault it was,

because I am older than he is, and it is my duty to show him where he is wrong. But he began to cry, and then

Oswald had to cheer him up because of Father wanting to be quiet. So Oswald said

Of course Oswald was not going to interfere again, so he went to look out of the window and see the trams go

by, and by and by H. O. came and looked out too, and Oswald, who knows when to be generous and

forgiving, gave him a piece of blue pencil and two nibs, as good as new, to keep.

As they were looking out at the rain splashing on the stones in the street they saw a fourwheeled cab come

'Here comes the coach of the Fairy Godmother. It'll stop here, you see if it doesn't!'

So they all came to the window to look. Oswald had only said that about stopping and he was stricken with

wonder and amaze when the cab really did stop. It had boxes on the top and knobby parcels sticking out of

the window, and it was something like going away to the seaside and something like the gentleman who takes

things about in a carriage with the wooden shutters up, to sell to the drapers' shops. The cabman got down,

and some one inside handed out ever so many parcels of different shapes and sizes, and the cabman stood

Dora said, 'It is a pity some one doesn't tell him this isn't the house.' And then from inside the cab some one

put out a foot feeling for the step, like a tortoise's foot coming out from under his shell when you are holding

Eliza opened the door, and we were all leaning over the banisters. Father heard the noise of parcels and boxes

in the hall, and he came out without remembering how bad his cold was. If you do that yourself when you

have a cold they call you careless and naughty. Then we heard the poor Indian say to Father

'I say, Dick, I dined with your kids yesterday as I daresay they've told you. jolliest little cubs I ever saw!

Why didn't you let me see them the other night? The eldest is the image of poor Janey and as to young

Oswald, he's a man! If he's not a man, I'm a nigger! Eh! what? And Dick, I say, I shouldn't wonder if I

Then he and Father went into the study and the door was shut and we went down and looked at the parcels.

Some were done up in old, dirty newspapers, and tied with bits of rag, and some were in brown paper and

string from the shops, and there were boxes. We wondered if the Uncle had come to stay and this was his

luggage, or whether it was to sell. Some of it smelt of spices, like merchandise and one bundle Alice felt

certain was a bale. We heard a hand on the knob of the study door after a bit, and Alice said

'Fly!' and we all got away but H. O., and the Uncle caught him by the leg as he was trying to get upstairs after

'Peeping at the baggage, eh?' said the Uncle, and the rest of us came down because it would have been

dishonourable to leave H. O. alone in a scrape, and we wanted to see what was in the parcels.

'No harm done if you did touch,' said the good, kind, Indian man to all of us. 'For all these parcels are for

I have several times told you about our being dumb with amazement and terror and joy, and things like that,

The Indian Uncle went on: 'I told an old friend of mine what a pleasant dinner I had with you, and about the

threepennybit, and the diviningrod, and all that, and he sent all these odds and ends as presents for you.

'Have you come from India, Uncle?' Noel asked; and when he said 'Yes' we were all very much surprised, for

we never thought of his being that sort of Indian. We thought he was the Red kind, and of course his not

He got Eliza to help, and we took all the parcels into the nursery and he undid them and undid them and

undid them, till the papers lay thick on the floor. Father came too and sat in the Guy Fawkes chair. I cannot

begin to tell you all the things that kind friend of Uncle's had sent us. He must be a very agreeable person.

There were toys for the kids and model engines for Dick and me, and a lot of books, and Japanese china

teasets for the girls, red and white and gold there were sweets by the pound and by the box and long

yards and yards of soft silk from India, to make frocks for the girls and a real Indian sword for Oswald and

a book of Japanese pictures for Noel, and some ivory chess men for Dicky: the castles of the chessmen are

elephantandcastles. There is a railway station called that; I never knew what it meant before. The brown

paper and string parcels had boxes of games in them and big cases of preserved fruits and things. And the

shabby old newspaper parcels and the boxes had the Indian things in. I never saw so many beautiful things

before. There were carved fans and silver bangles and strings of amber beads, and necklaces of uncut gems

turquoises and garnets, the Uncle said they were and shawls and scarves of silk, and cabinets of brown and

gold, and ivory boxes and silver trays, and brass things. The Uncle kept saying, 'This is for you, young man,'

or 'Little Alice will like this fan,'or 'Miss Dora would look well in this green silk, I think. Eh! what?'

And Father looked on as if it was a dream, till the Uncle suddenly gave him an ivory paperknife and a box

of cigars, and said, 'My old friend sent you these, Dick; he's an old friend of yours too, he says.' And he

winked at my Father, for H. O. and I saw him. And my Father winked back, though he has always told us not

That was a wonderful day. It was a treasure, and no mistake! I never saw such heaps and heaps of presents,

like things out of a fairytale and even Eliza had a shawl. Perhaps she deserved it, for she did cook the

rabbit and the pudding; and Oswald says it is not her fault if her nose turns up and she does not brush her

I do not think Eliza likes brushing things. It is the same with the carpets. But Oswald tries to make

The Indian Uncle came to see us often after that, and his friend always sent us something. Once he tipped us a

sovereign each the Uncle brought it; and once he sent us money to go to the Crystal Palace, and the Uncle

took us; and another time to a circus; and when Christmas was near the Uncle said 'You remember when I

dined with you, some time ago, you promised to dine with me some day, if I could ever afford to give a

dinnerparty. Well, I'm going to have one a Christmas party. Not on Christmas Day, because every one

goes home then but on the day after. Cold mutton and rice pudding. You'll come? Eh! what?'

We said we should be delighted, if Father had no objection, because that is the proper thing to say, and the

poor Indian, I mean the Uncle, said, 'No, your Father won't object he's coming too, bless your soul!'

We all got Christmas presents for the Uncle. The girls made him a handkerchief case and a comb bag, out of

some of the pieces of silk he had given them. I got him a knife with three blades; H. O. got a siren whistle, a

very strong one, and Dicky joined with me in the knife, and Noel would give the Indian ivory box that

Uncle's friend had sent on the wonderful Fairy Cab day. He said it was the very nicest thing he had, and he

I think Father's business must have got better perhaps Uncle's friend put money in it and that did it good,

like feeding the starving. Anyway we all had new suits, and the girls had the green silk from India made into

frocks, and on Boxing Day we went in two cabs Father and the girls in one, and us boys in the other.

We wondered very much where the Indian Uncle lived, because we had not been told. And we thought when

the cab began to go up the hill towards the Heath that perhaps the Uncle lived in one of the poky little houses

up at the top of Greenwich. But the cab went right over the Heath and in at some big gates, and through a

shrubbery all white with frost like a fairy forest, because it was Christmas time. And at last we stopped before

one of those jolly, big, ugly red houses with a lot of windows, that are so comfortable inside, and on the steps

was the Indian Uncle, looking very big and grand, in a blue cloth coat and yellow sealskin waistcoat, with a

Noel thought it was very likely, because he knew that in these big houses there were always thousands of

The Uncle came down the steps and opened the cab door himself, which I don't think butlers would expect to

have to do. And he took us in. It was a lovely hall, with bear and tiger skins on the floor, and a big clock with

the faces of the sun and moon dodging out when it was day or night, and Father Time with a scythe coming

out at the hours, and the name on it was 'Flint. Ashford. 1776'; and there was a fox eating a stuffed duck in a

'We'll just come into my study first,' said the Uncle, 'and wish each other a Merry Christmas.' So then we

knew he wasn't the butler, but it must be his own house, for only the master of the house has a study.

His study was not much like Father's. It had hardly any books, but swords and guns and newspapers and a

great many boots, and boxes half unpacked, with more Indian things bulging out of them.

We gave him our presents and he was awfully pleased. Then he gave us his Christmas presents. You must be

tired of hearing about presents, but I must remark that all the Uncle's presents were watches; there was a

watch for each of us, with our names engraved inside, all silver except H. O.'s, and that was a Waterbury, 'To

'Ladies and gentlemen, we are met together to discuss an important subject which has for some weeks

I said, 'Hear, hear,' and Alice whispered, 'What happened to the guineapig?' Of course you know the answer

'I am going to live in this house, and as it's rather big for me, your Father has agreed that he and you shall

And so, if you're agreeable, we're all going to live here together, and, please God, it'll be a happy home for us

He blew his nose and kissed us all round. As it was Christmas I did not mind, though I am much too old for it

on other dates. Then he said, 'Thank you all very much for your presents; but I've got a present here I value

I thought it was not quite polite of him to say so, till I saw that what he valued so much was a threepennybit

He said, 'You children gave me that when you thought I was the poor Indian, and I'll keep it as long as I live.

And I've asked some friends to help us to be jolly, for this is our housewarming. Eh! what?'

Then he shook Father by the hand, and they blew their noses; and then Father said, 'Your Uncle has been

But Uncle interrupted by saying, 'Now, Dick, no nonsense!' Then H. O. said, 'Then you're not poor at all?' as

if he were very disappointed. The Uncle replied, 'I have enough for my simple wants, thank you, H. O.; and

Then we all went down and looked at the fox thoroughly, and made the Uncle take the glass off so that we

could see it all round and then the Uncle took us all over the house, which is the most comfortable one I have

ever been in. There is a beautiful portrait of Mother in Father's sittingroom. The Uncle must be very rich

indeed. This ending is like what happens in Dickens's books; but I think it was much jollier to happen like a

Think how flat it would have been if the Uncle had said, when we first offered him the one and threepence

farthing, 'Oh, I don't want your dirty one and threepence! I'm very rich indeed.' Instead of which he saved up

the news of his wealth till Christmas, and then told us all in one glorious burst. Besides, I can't help it if it is

like Dickens, because it happens this way. Real life is often something like books.

Presently, when we had seen the house, we were taken into the drawingroom, and there was Mrs Leslie,

who gave us the shillings and wished us good hunting, and Lord Tottenham, and Albertnextdoor's Uncle

and Albertnextdoor, and his Mother (I'm not very fond of her), and best of all our own Robber and his two

kids, and our Robber had a new suit on. The Uncle told us he had asked the people who had been kind to us,

The Uncle said he had not had the courage to ask a strange editor to dinner; but Lord Tottenham was an old

friend of Uncle's, and he had introduced Uncle to Mrs Leslie, and that was how he had the pride and pleasure

of welcoming her to our housewarming. And he made her a bow like you see on a Christmas card.

Then Alice asked, 'What about Mr Rosenbaum? He was kind; it would have been a pleasant surprise for him.'

'Your father has paid him the sovereign he lent you. I don't think he could have borne another pleasant

And I said there was the butcher, and he was really kind; but they only laughed, and Father said you could not

Then it was dinnertime, and we thought of Uncle's talk about cold mutton and rice. But it was a beautiful

dinner, and I never saw such a dessert! We had ours on plates to take away into another sittingroom, which

was much jollier than sitting round the table with the grownups. But the Robber's kids stayed with their

Father. They were very shy and frightened, and said hardly anything, but looked all about with very bright

eyes. H. O. thought they were like white mice; but afterwards we got to know them very well, and in the end

they were not so mousy. And there is a good deal of interesting stuff to tell about them; but I shall put all that

in another book, for there is no room for it in this one. We played desert islands all the afternoon and drank

Uncle's health in ginger wine. It was H. O. that upset his over Alice's green silk dress, and she never even

rowed him. Brothers ought not to have favourites, and Oswald would never be so mean as to have a favourite

And now we are to go on living in the big house on the Heath, and it is very jolly.

Mrs Leslie often comes to see us, and our own Robber and Albertnextdoor's uncle. The Indian Uncle likes

him because he has been in India too and is brown; but our Uncle does not like Albertnextdoor. He says he

is a muff. And I am to go to Rugby, and so are Noel and H. O., and perhaps to Balliol afterwards. Balliol is

my Father's college. It has two separate coats of arms, which many other colleges are not allowed. Noel is

The Uncle is a real good old sort; and just think, we should never have found him if we hadn't made up our

Lo! the poor Indian from lands afar, Comes where the treasure seekers are; We looked for treasure, but we

I thought it was rather rot, but Alice would show it to the Uncle, and he liked it very much. He kissed Alice

and he smacked Noel on the back, and he said, 'I don't think I've done so badly either, if you come to that,