r country--most interesting
and like an engineer.
I remember what a nice man it was that came to cut the gas off once at
our old house in Lewisham, when my father's business was feeling so
poorly. He was a true gentleman, and gave Oswald and Dicky over two
yards and a quarter of good lead piping, and a brass tap that only
wanted a washer, and a whole handful of screws to do what we liked with.
We screwed the back door up with the screws, I remember, one night when
Eliza was out without leave. There was an awful row. We did not mean to
get her into trouble. We only thought it would be amusing for her to
find the door screwed up when she came down to take in the milk in the
morning. But I must not say any more about the Lewisham house. It is
only the pleasures of memory, and nothing to do with being beavers, or
any sort of exploring.
I think Dora and Daisy are the kind of girls who will grow up very good,
and perhaps marry missionaries. I am glad Oswald's destiny looks at
present as if it might be different.
We made two expeditions to discover the source of the Nile (or the north
pole), and owing to their habit of sticking together and doing dull and
praiseable things--like sewing, and helping with the cooking, and taking
invalid delicacies to the poor and indignant--Daisy and Dora were wholly
out of it both times, though Dora's foot was now quite well enough to
have gone to the north pole or the equator either. They said they did
not mind the first time, because they like to keep themselves clean; it
is another of their queer ways. And they said they had had a better time
than us. (It was only a clergyman and his wife who called, and hot
cakes for tea.) The second time they said they were lucky not to have
been in it. And perhaps they were right. But let me to my narrating. I
hope you will like it. I am going to try to write it a different way,
like the books they give you for a prize at a girls' school--I mean a
"young ladies' school," of course--not a high school. High schools are
not nearly so silly as some other kinds. Here goes:
"'Ah, me!' sighed a slender maiden of twelve summers, removing her
elegant hat and passing her tapery fingers lightly through her fair
tresses, 'how sad it is--is it not?--to see able-bodied youths and young
ladies wasting the precious summer hours in idleness and luxury.'
"The maiden frowned reproachingly, but yet with earnest gentleness, at
the group of youths and maidens who sat
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