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They had all of them been very courteous to her; and some of them
indeed quite charming。  But 。 。 。

One gathers they had never been to Malvina more than mere
acquaintances; such as one passes the time with while waitingand
longing。

〃But you liked Sir Launcelot;〃 urged Victor。  He was wishful that
Malvina should admire Sir Launcelot; feeling how much there was in
common between that early lamented knight and himself。  That little
affair with Sir Bedivere。  It was just how he would have behaved
himself。

Ah! yes; admitted Malvina。  She had 〃liked〃 him。  He was always so
so 〃excellent。〃

〃But he was notnone of them were my own people; my own dear
companions。〃  The little cloud had settled down again。

It was Bruno who recalled the three of them to the period of
contemporary history。

Polley the cowman's first duty in the morning was to let Bruno loose
for a run。  He arrived panting and breathless; and evidently
offended at not having been included in the escapade。  He could have
given them both away quite easily if he had not been the most
forgiving of black…and…tan collies。  As it was; he had been worrying
himself crazy for the last half…hour; feeling sure they had
forgotten the time。  〃Don't you know it's nearly six o'clock?  That
in less than half an hour Jane will be knocking at your doors with
glasses of hot milk; and will probably drop them and scream when she
finds your beds empty and the window wide open。〃  That is what he
had intended should be his first words; but on scenting Malvina they
went from him entirely。  He gave her one look and flopped down flat;
wriggling towards her; whining and wagging his tail at the same
time。  Malvina acknowledged his homage by laughing and patting his
head with her foot; and that sent him into the seventh heaven of
delight。  They all four descended the hill together and parted at
the orchard gate。  The twins expressed a polite but quite sincere
hope that they would have the pleasure of seeing Malvina again; but
Malvina; seized maybe with sudden doubts as to whether she had
behaved with discretion; appears to have replied evasively。  Ten
minutes later she was lying asleep; the golden head pillowed on the
round white arm; as Mrs。 Muldoon on her way down to the kitchen saw
for herself。  And the twins; fortunate enough to find a side door
open; slipped into the house unnoticed and scrambled back into their
beds。

It was quarter past nine when Mrs。 Arlington came in herself and
woke them up。  She was short…tempered with them both and had
evidently been crying。  They had their breakfast in the kitchen。

During lunch hardly a word was spoken。  And there was no pudding。
Mr。 Arlington; a stout; florid gentleman; had no time for pudding。
The rest might sit and enjoy it at their leisure; but not so Mr。
Arlington。  Somebody had to see to thingsthat is; if they were not
to be allowed to go to rack and ruin。  If other people could not be
relied upon to do their duty; so that everything inside the house
and out of it was thrown upon one pair of shoulders; then it
followed as a natural consequence that that pair of shoulders could
not spare the necessary time to properly finish its meals。  This it
was that was at the root of the decay of English farming。  When
farmers' wives; to say nothing of sons and daughters old enough one
might imagine to be anxious to do something in repayment for the
money and care lavished upon them; had all put their shoulders to
the wheel; then English farming had prospered。  When; on the other
hand; other people shirked their fair share of labour and
responsibility; leaving to one pair of hands 。 。 。

It was the eldest Arlington girl's quite audible remark that pa
could have eaten two helpings of pudding while he had been talking;
that caused Mr。 Arlington to lose the thread of his discourse。  To
put it quite bluntly; what Mr。 Arlington meant to say was this:  He
had never wanted to be a farmerat least not in the beginning。
Other men in his position; having acquired competency by years of
self…sacrificing labour; would have retired to a well…earned
leisure。  Having yielded to persuasion and taken on the job; he was
going to see it through; and everybody else was going to do their
share or there would be trouble。

Mr。 Arlington; swallowing the remains of his glass in a single gulp;
spoilt a dignified exit by violently hiccoughing; and Mrs。 Arlington
rang the bell furiously for the parlourmaid to clear away。  The
pudding passed untouched from before the very eyes of the twins。  It
was a black…currant pudding with brown sugar。

That night Mrs。 Arlington appears to have confided in the twins;
partly for her own relief and partly for their moral benefit。  If
Mrs。 Arlington had enjoyed the blessing in disguise of a less
indulgent mother; all might have been well。  By nature Mrs。
Arlington had been endowed with an active and energetic temperament。
〃Miss Can't…sit…still…a…minute;〃 her nurse had always called her。
Unfortunately it had been allowed to sink into disuse; was now in
all probability beyond hope of recovery。  Their father was quite
right。  When they had lived in Bayswater and the business was in
Mincing Lane it did not matter。  Now it was different。  A farmer's
wife ought to be up at six; she ought to see that everybody else was
up at six; servants looked after; kept up to the mark; children
encouraged by their mother's example。  Organisation。  That was what
was wanted。  The day mapped out; to every hour its appointed task。
Then; instead of the morning being gone before you could turn
yourself round; and confusion made worse confounded by your leaving
off what you were doing and trying to do six things at once that you
couldn't remember whether you had done or whether you hadn't 。 。 。

Here Mrs。 Arlington appears to have dissolved into tears。  Generally
speaking; she was a placid; smiling; most amiable lady; quite
delightful to have about the house provided all you demanded of her
were pleasant looks and a sunny disposition。  The twins appear to
have joined their tears to hers。  Tucked in and left to themselves;
one imagines the problem being discussed with grave seriousness;
much whispered conversation; then slept upon; the morning bringing
with it ideas。  The result being that the next evening; between high
tea and supper; Mrs。 Muldoon; answering herself the knock at the
door; found twin figures standing hand in hand on the Professor's
step。

They asked her if 〃the Fairy〃 was in。



V。  HOW IT WAS TOLD TO MRS。 MARIGOLD。



There was no need of the proverbial feather。  Mrs。 Muldoon made a
grab at the settle but missed it。  She caught at a chair; but that
gave way。  It was the floor that finally stopped her。

〃We're so sorry;〃 apologised Victor。  〃We thought you knew。  We
ought to have said Mademoiselle Malvina。〃

Mrs。 Muldoon regained her feet; and without answering walked
straight into the study。

〃They want to know;〃 said Mrs。 Muldoon; 〃if the Fairy's in。〃  The
Professor; with his back to the window; was reading。  The light in
the room was somewhat faint。

〃Who wants to know?〃 demanded the Professor。

〃The twins from the Manor House;〃 explained Mrs。 Muldoon。

〃But what?but who?〃 began the Professor。

〃Shall I say 'not at home'?〃 suggested Mrs。 Muldoon。  〃Or hadn't you
better see them yourself。〃

〃Show them in;〃 directed the Professor。

They came in; looking a little scared and still holding one another
by the hand。  They wished the Professor good evening; and when he
rose they backed away from him。  The Professor shook hands with
them; but they did not let go; so that Victoria gave him her right
hand and Victor his left; and then at the Professor's invitation
they sat themselves down on the extreme edge of the sofa。

〃I hope we do not disturb you;〃 said Victor。  〃We wanted to see
Mademoiselle Malvina。〃

〃Why do you want to see Mademoiselle Malvina?〃 inquired the
Professor。

〃It is something very private;〃 said Victor。

〃We wanted to ask her a great favour;〃 said Victoria。

〃I'm sorry;〃 said the Professor; 〃but she isn't in。  At least; I
don't think so。〃  (The Professor never was quite sure。  〃She slips
in and out making no more noise than a wind…driven rose leaf;〃 was
Mrs。 Muldoon's explanation。)  〃Hadn't you better tell me?  Leave me
to put it to her。〃

They looked at one another。  It would never do to offend the wise
and learned Christopher。  Besides; a magician; it is to be assumed;
has more ways than one of learning what people are thinking。

〃It is about mamma;〃 explained Victoria。  〃We wondered if Malvina
would mind changing her。〃

The Professor had been reading up Malvina。  It flashed across him
that this had always been her speciality:  Changing people。  How had
the Arlington twins discovered it?  And why did they want their
mother changed?  And what did they want her changed into?  It was
shocking when you come to think of it!  The Professor became
suddenly so stern; that if the twins could have seen his
expressionwhich; owing to the fading light; they couldn'tthey
would have been too frightened to answer。

〃Why do you want your mother changed?〃 demanded the Professor。  Even
as it was his voice alarmed them。

〃It's for her own good;〃 faltered Victoria。

〃Of course we don't mean into anything;〃 explained Victor。

〃Only her inside;〃 added Victoria。

〃We thought that Malvina might be able to improve her;〃 completed
Victor。

It was still very disgraceful。  What were we coming to when children
went about clamouring for their mothers to be 〃improved〃!  The
atmosphere was charged with indignation。  The twins felt it。

〃She wants to be;〃 persisted Victoria。  〃She wants to be energetic
and to get up early in the morning and do things。〃

〃You see;〃 added Victor; 〃she was never properly brought up。〃


The Professor maintains stoutly that his only intention was a joke。
It was not even as if anything objectionable had been suggested。
The Professor himself had on occasions been made the confidant of
both。

〃Best woman that ever lived; if only one could graft a little energy
upon her。  No sense of time。  Too easy…going。  No idea of keeping
people up to the mark。〃  So Mr。 Ar

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