Then these holidays will be the last I
shall see anything of you; and I go back to school next week.
shall see anything of you; and I go back to school next week.
Kipling - Poems
" he exclaimed, as a lock of
weed flew from the wood.
"Let me try," said Maisie, imperiously. "I'm all right now. "
They fired in turns till the rickety little revolver nearly shook itself
to pieces, and Amomma the outcast--because he might blow up at any
moment--browsed in the background and wondered why stones were thrown
at him. Then they found a balk of timber floating in a pool which
was commanded by the seaward slope of Fort Keeling, and they sat down
together before this new target.
"Next holidays," said Dick, as the now thoroughly fouled revolver kicked
wildly in his hand, "we'll get another pistol,--central fire,--that will
carry farther. "
"There won't be any next holidays for me," said Maisie. "I'm going away. "
"Where to? "
"I don't know. My lawyers have written to Mrs. Jennett, and I've got to
be educated somewhere,--in France, perhaps,--I don'tknow where; but I
shall be glad to go away. "
"I shan't like it a bit. I suppose I shall be left. Look here, Maisie,
is it really true you're going?
Then these holidays will be the last I
shall see anything of you; and I go back to school next week. I wish----"
The young blood turned his cheeks scarlet. Maisie was picking
grass-tufts and throwing them down the slope at a yellow sea-poppy
nodding all by itself to the illimitable levels of the mud-flats and the
milk-white sea beyond.
"I wish," she said, after a pause, "that I could see you again sometime.
You wish that, too? "
"Yes, but it would have been better if--if--you had--shot straight over
there--down by the breakwater. "
Maisie looked with large eyes for a moment. And this was the boy
who only ten days before had decorated Amomma's horns with cut-paper
ham-frills and turned him out, a bearded derision, among the public
ways! Then she dropped her eyes: this was not the boy.
"Don't be stupid," she said reprovingly, and with swift instinct
attacked the side-issue. "How selfish you are! Just think what I should
have felt if that horrid thing had killed you! I'm quite miserable
enough already. "
"Why? Because you're going away from Mrs. Jennett?
weed flew from the wood.
"Let me try," said Maisie, imperiously. "I'm all right now. "
They fired in turns till the rickety little revolver nearly shook itself
to pieces, and Amomma the outcast--because he might blow up at any
moment--browsed in the background and wondered why stones were thrown
at him. Then they found a balk of timber floating in a pool which
was commanded by the seaward slope of Fort Keeling, and they sat down
together before this new target.
"Next holidays," said Dick, as the now thoroughly fouled revolver kicked
wildly in his hand, "we'll get another pistol,--central fire,--that will
carry farther. "
"There won't be any next holidays for me," said Maisie. "I'm going away. "
"Where to? "
"I don't know. My lawyers have written to Mrs. Jennett, and I've got to
be educated somewhere,--in France, perhaps,--I don'tknow where; but I
shall be glad to go away. "
"I shan't like it a bit. I suppose I shall be left. Look here, Maisie,
is it really true you're going?
Then these holidays will be the last I
shall see anything of you; and I go back to school next week. I wish----"
The young blood turned his cheeks scarlet. Maisie was picking
grass-tufts and throwing them down the slope at a yellow sea-poppy
nodding all by itself to the illimitable levels of the mud-flats and the
milk-white sea beyond.
"I wish," she said, after a pause, "that I could see you again sometime.
You wish that, too? "
"Yes, but it would have been better if--if--you had--shot straight over
there--down by the breakwater. "
Maisie looked with large eyes for a moment. And this was the boy
who only ten days before had decorated Amomma's horns with cut-paper
ham-frills and turned him out, a bearded derision, among the public
ways! Then she dropped her eyes: this was not the boy.
"Don't be stupid," she said reprovingly, and with swift instinct
attacked the side-issue. "How selfish you are! Just think what I should
have felt if that horrid thing had killed you! I'm quite miserable
enough already. "
"Why? Because you're going away from Mrs. Jennett?
