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'Of course, your poor mamma is upset about it,' she went on, though I could see she did not want to say very much for fear of Elf's beginning to cry again. 'It was this way. Your mamma had to go round by Belton Street, and she did not want to keep Master Peterkin out so late to miss his tea, so she dropped him at the c... |
'And what is mamma doing?' asked Blanche. |
'She has sent Mr. Drew and James off in different directions,' said nurse, 'and she has gone herself again in the carriage to the station, as it's just time for your papa's train, and he will know what more to do.' |
We did not live in London then; papa went up and down every day from the big town by the sea where our home was. Clement thinks perhaps I had better not say what town it is, as some people might remember about us, and I might say things that would vex them; so I won't call it anything, though I must explain that it is ... |
We all listened with grave faces to what nurse told us. Suddenly Clement got up -- I can't say 'jumped up,' for he was always rather slow. |
'Nurse,' he said, 'mamma's out, so I can't ask her leave. But I've got an idea about Peterkin. Will you give me leave to go out for half-an-hour or so? I promise you I won't go far, but I would rather not tell you where I want to go, as it may be all nonsense.' |
Nurse looked at him doubtfully. She trusted Clem the most of us all, I know, and she had good reason to do so, for he was and is very trustworthy. And it was nice of him to ask her leave, considering he was twelve years old and quite out of the nursery, except that he still liked having tea there when he came in from s... |
'Well, Master Clement,' said nurse, 'I don't quite know. Supposing you go out and don't get back as soon as you expect? It would be just a double fright for your poor mamma.' |
'Let me go too!' I exclaimed, and I jumped up so suddenly that I made all the cups rattle and nearly threw over the table altogether. 'Then if anything stops Clem getting back quickly, I can run home and explain. Anyway you'd be more comfortable if you knew the two of us were on the hunt together. You don't mind my com... |
'No,' said Clem, 'but do let's go.' |
'And you won't be long?' pleaded nurse. |
Clem shook his head. |
'I don't think we can be -- not if there's anything in my idea', he called out, as we ran off. |
We didn't take a minute to pull on our coats, which were hanging in the hall. I daresay I should never have thought of mine at all, if Clem hadn't reminded me, even though it was late in November and a cold evening. And as soon as we were outside and had set off at a good pace, I begged Clem to tell me what his idea wa... |
'It's the parrot,' he replied; 'the parrot in Rock Terrace.' |
'I don't know what you mean,' I said. 'I never heard of a parrot, and I don't know where Rock Terrace is.' |
'Nonsense,' said Clem, stopping for a moment. 'You must have forgotten.' |
'I haven't indeed,' I said. |
'Not about the parrot that Peterkin has been dreaming of ever since we passed it on Saturday, when we were out with mamma -- next door to old Mrs. Wylie's?' Clem exclaimed. |
'No,' I repeated. 'I wasn't with you that day, and -- -- ' |
'No more you were,' said Clem. |
'And,' I went on, 'I don't know where Mrs. Wylie lives, though I've often seen her herself at our house. And you know, Clement, that's just like Peterkin. If he's got anything very much in his head, he often doesn't speak of it, except to any one who knows about it already.' |
'He hasn't said very much about it, even to me,' said Clement. 'But, all the same, I know he has got it tremendously in his head.' |
'How do you mean? Is he making up fairy stories about it?' |
'Perhaps! You see he had never heard a parrot speaking. I'm not sure if he knew they ever did. But he wanted very much to see it again, and it just came into my mind all at once, that if he had a chance he might have run round there and lost his way. I don't suppose he meant to when mamma told him to go home. It may ju... |
I did not answer. We were walking so fast that it was not easy to go on speaking. But I did think it was very clever of Clement to have thought of it. It was so like Peterkin. |
Clement hurried on. It was quite dark by now, but the lamps were lighted, and Clem seemed quite sure of his way. In spite of feeling rather unhappy about Peterkin, I was enjoying myself a little. I did not think it possible that he was really badly lost, and it was very exciting to rush along the streets after dark lik... |
It was not very surprising that I did not know where Rock Terrace was, or that I had never even heard of it. It was such a tiny little row of such tiny houses, opening out of one corner of Lindsay Square. The houses were rather pretty; at least, very neat-looking and old-fashioned, with a little bit of garden in front,... |
Clement hurried along till he was close to the farther off end. Then he stopped short, and for the first time seemed at a loss. |
'I don't know the number,' he said, 'but I'm sure it was almost the end house. And -- yes -- isn't that a big cage on the little balcony, Giles? Look well.' |
I peeped up. The light of the lamps was not very good in Rock Terrace. |
'Yes,' I said. 'It is a big cage, but I can't see if there's a bird in it.' |
'Perhaps they take him in at night,' said Clement. Then he looked up again at the balconies. |
'Let me see,' he went on, 'which side is Mrs. Wylie's? Mamma went in at the -- ' but before he had time to finish his sentence his doubts were set at rest -- his doubts and all our fears about Peterkin. For the door on the left of the parrot's home opened slowly, letting out what seemed, in contrast with the darkness o... |
They were speaking to each other most politely. |
'So pleased to have seen you, my dear,' said Mrs. Wylie. 'Give my love to your dear mamma. I will not forget about the parrot, you may be sure. He shall have a proper invitation. And -- you are quite certain you can find your way home? Oh, dear! -- that poor child must have been bemoaning herself again! Polly always kn... |
And as we stood there, our minds scarcely made up as to what we should do, we heard a queer croaking voice, from inside the house on the right of Mrs. Wylie -- the parrot's voice, of course, calling out -- |
'I'm so tired, Nana; I'm so tired. I won't be good; no, I won't.' |
Mrs. Wylie and Peterkin both stood silent for a moment, listening. So did we. Then Clement opened the gate and ran up the two or three steps, I following him. |
'Peterkin!' he exclaimed, 'mamma has been so frightened about you.' |
And Peterkin turned round and looked up in his face with his big blue eyes, apparently quite astonished. |
'Has mamma come back?' he said. 'I've only been here for a minute or two. I just wanted to look at the parrot.' |
Mrs. Wylie was a quick-witted old lady. She took it all in, in a moment. |
'Dear, dear!' she said. 'I am afraid it is my fault. I saw the dear boy looking up at the parrot next door when I came in from my stroll round to the pillar-box with a letter, and he told me he was one of Mrs. Lesley's little sons, and then we got talking. But I had no idea his mamma would be alarmed. I am afraid it ha... |
It was impossible to say anything to trouble the poor old lady: she looked as if she were going to cry. |
'It will be all right now,' said Clement. 'Mamma will be so delighted to see him safe and sound. But we had better hurry home. Come along, Peterkin.' |
But nothing would make Peterkin forget his good manners. He tugged off his sailor cap again, which he had just put on, and held out his hand, for the second or third time, I daresay, as he and his old lady had evidently been hobnobbing over their leave-takings for some minutes before we made our appearance. |
'Good-bye!' he said; 'and thank you very much. And I'll ask mamma to let me come whenever you fix the day for the parrot. And please tell me all he tells you about the little girl. And -- thank you very much.' |
They were the funniest pair. She so tiny and thin and white, with bright dark eyes, like some bird's, and Peterkin so short and sturdy and rosy, with his big dreamy ones looking up at her. She was just a little taller than he. And suddenly I saw his rosy face grow still rosier; crimson or scarlet, really. For Mrs. Wyli... |
Clement waited a moment or two before he spoke. It was his way; but just now it was a good thing, as Mrs. Wylie did not shut the door quite at once, and everything was so quiet in that little side street, in the evening especially, that very likely our voices would have carried back to her. I, for my part, was longing ... |
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