Maisie made that face in the
direction
of the mean little villa, and
Dick laughed.
Dick laughed.
Kipling - Poems
How she beat you for it!
I never told it was you.
"
"She guessed. I jammed a stick under the door and told you that I was
burying Amomma alive in the potatoes, and you believed me. You had a
trusting nature in those days. "
They laughed and leaned to look out, identifying ancient landmarks with
many reminiscences. Dick fixed his weather eye on the curve of Maisie's
cheek, very near his own, and watched the blood rise under the clear
skin. He congratulated himself upon his cunning, and looked that the
evening would bring him a great reward.
When the train stopped they went out to look at an old town with new
eyes. First, but from a distance, they regarded the house of Mrs.
Jennett.
"Suppose she should come out now, what would you do? " said Dick, with
mock terror.
"I should make a face. "
"Show, then," said Dick, dropping into the speech of childhood.
Maisie made that face in the direction of the mean little villa, and
Dick laughed.
"'This is disgraceful,'" said Maisie, mimicking Mrs. Jennett's tone.
"'Maisie, you run in at once, and learn the collect, gospel, and epistle
for the next three Sundays. After all I've taught you, too, and three
helps every Sunday at dinner! Dick's always leading you into mischief.
If you aren't a gentleman, Dick, you might at least. . . '"
The sentence ended abruptly. Maisie remembered when it had last been
used.
"'Try to behave like one,'" said Dick, promptly. "Quite right. Now we'll
get some lunch and go on to Fort Keeling,--unless you'd rather drive
there? "
"We must walk, out of respect to the place. How little changed it all
is!
"She guessed. I jammed a stick under the door and told you that I was
burying Amomma alive in the potatoes, and you believed me. You had a
trusting nature in those days. "
They laughed and leaned to look out, identifying ancient landmarks with
many reminiscences. Dick fixed his weather eye on the curve of Maisie's
cheek, very near his own, and watched the blood rise under the clear
skin. He congratulated himself upon his cunning, and looked that the
evening would bring him a great reward.
When the train stopped they went out to look at an old town with new
eyes. First, but from a distance, they regarded the house of Mrs.
Jennett.
"Suppose she should come out now, what would you do? " said Dick, with
mock terror.
"I should make a face. "
"Show, then," said Dick, dropping into the speech of childhood.
Maisie made that face in the direction of the mean little villa, and
Dick laughed.
"'This is disgraceful,'" said Maisie, mimicking Mrs. Jennett's tone.
"'Maisie, you run in at once, and learn the collect, gospel, and epistle
for the next three Sundays. After all I've taught you, too, and three
helps every Sunday at dinner! Dick's always leading you into mischief.
If you aren't a gentleman, Dick, you might at least. . . '"
The sentence ended abruptly. Maisie remembered when it had last been
used.
"'Try to behave like one,'" said Dick, promptly. "Quite right. Now we'll
get some lunch and go on to Fort Keeling,--unless you'd rather drive
there? "
"We must walk, out of respect to the place. How little changed it all
is!
