FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136  
137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   >>   >|  
r know better," said the old man, and shouted in a thin, high voice, "Jim, Jim, come along in this minute!" Even then Beale didn't act a bit like the prodigal in the play. He just unlatched the gate without looking at it--his hand had not forgotten the way of it, for all it was so long since he had passed through that gate. And he walked slowly and heavily up the path and said, "Hullo, dad!--how goes it?" And the old man looked at him with his eyes half shut and said, "Why, it _is_ James--so it is," as if he had expected it to be some one quite different. And they shook hands, and then Beale said, "The garden's looking well." And the old man owned that the garden 'ud do all right if it wasn't for the snails. That was all Dickie heard, for he thought it polite to go away. Of course, they could not be really affectionate with a stranger about. So he shouted from the gate something about "back presently," and went off along the cart track towards Arden Castle and looked at it quite closely. It was the most beautiful and interesting thing he had ever seen. But he did not see the children. When he went back the old man was cooking steak over the kitchen fire, and Beale was at the sink straining summer cabbage in a colander, as though he had lived there all his life and never anywhere else. He was in his shirt-sleeves too, and his coat and hat hung behind the back-door. So then they had dinner, when the old man had set down the frying-pan expressly to shake hands with Dickie, saying, "So this is the lad you told me about. Yes, yes." It was a very nice dinner, with cold gooseberry pastry as well as the steak and vegetables. The kitchen was pleasant and cozy though rather dark, on account of the white climbing rose that grew round the window. After dinner the men sat in the sun and smoked, and Dickie occupied himself in teaching the spaniel and True that neither of them was a dog who deserved to be growled at. Dickie had just thrown back his head in a laugh at True's sulky face and stiffly planted paws, when he felt the old man's dry, wrinkled hand under his chin. "Let's 'ave a look at you," he said, and peered closely at the child. "Where'd you get that face, eh? What did you say your name was?" "Harding's his name," said Beale. "Dickie Harding." "Dickie _Arden_, I should a-said if you'd asked _me_," said the old man. "Seems to me it's a reg'lar Arden face he's got. But my eyes ain't so good as wot they
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136  
137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Dickie

 

dinner

 

Harding

 

looked

 

garden

 

kitchen

 

closely

 

shouted

 
climbing
 

account


smoked
 

occupied

 

pleasant

 
window
 

pastry

 
expressly
 
frying
 

gooseberry

 

teaching

 

vegetables


peered

 

growled

 
thrown
 

deserved

 
stiffly
 

wrinkled

 

planted

 

spaniel

 
sleeves
 

snails


forgotten

 

unlatched

 

affectionate

 

thought

 

polite

 

heavily

 

slowly

 

passed

 
expected
 
walked

stranger

 

straining

 

summer

 

cabbage

 

children

 

cooking

 

minute

 

colander

 

presently

 

prodigal