ridden, in whose arms she had slept.... Those three years of polite
education seemed to have wiped out all the fifteen years of happy,
homely childhood. Sometimes Joanna wished she had never sent her to a
grand school. All they had done there was to stuff her head with
nonsense. It would have been better, after all, if she had gone to the
National, and learned to say her Catechism instead of to despise her
home.
Sec.9
One day early in October the Vines asked Ellen to go with them into Rye
and visit Lord John Sanger's menagerie.
Joanna was delighted that her sister should go--a wild beast show was
the ideal of entertainment on the Three Marshes.
"You can put on your best gown, Ellen--the blue one Miss Godfrey made
you. You've never been to Lord John Sanger's before, have you? I'd like
to go myself, but Wednesday's the day for Romney, and I just about can't
miss this market. I hear they're sending up some heifers from
Orgarswick, and there'll be sharp bidding.... I envy you going to a wild
beast show. I haven't been since Arthur Alce took me in '93. That was
the first time he asked me to marry him. I've never had the time to go
since, though Sanger's been twice since then, and they had Buffalo Bill
in Cadborough meadow.... I reckon you'll see some fine riding and some
funny clowns--and there'll be stalls where you can buy things, and maybe
a place where you can get a cup of tea. You go and enjoy yourself,
duckie."
Ellen smiled a wan smile.
On Monday night the news came to the Vines that their eldest son, Bill,
who was in an accountant's office at Maidstone, had died suddenly of
peritonitis. Of course Wednesday's jaunt was impossible, and Joanna
talked as if young Bill's untimely end had been an act of premeditated
spite.
"If only he'd waited till Thursday--even Wednesday morning ud have done
... the telegram wouldn't have got to them till after they'd left the
house, and Ellen ud have had her treat."
Ellen bore the deprivation remarkably well, but Joanna fumed and
champed. "I call it a shame," she said to Arthur Alce,--"an
unaccountable shame, spoiling the poor child's pleasure. It's seldom she
gets anything she likes, with all her refined notions, but here you
have, as you might say, amusement and instruction combined. If only I
hadn't got that tedious market ... but go I must; it's not a job I can
give to Broadhurst, bidding for them heifers--and I mean to have 'em. I
hear Furnese is after 'em,
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