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    Part I

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    Chapter 1

    ESQ. (Aged eight.)

    THIS beginning-part is not made out of anybody's head, you know.
    It's real. You must believe this beginning-part more than what
    comes after, else you won't understand how what comes after came to
    be written. You must believe it all; but you must believe this
    most, please. I am the editor of it. Bob Redforth (he's my
    cousin, and shaking the table on purpose) wanted to be the editor
    of it; but I said he shouldn't because he couldn't. HE has no idea
    of being an editor.

    Nettie Ashford is my bride. We were married in the right-hand
    closet in the corner of the dancing-school, where first we met,
    with a ring (a green one) from Wilkingwater's toy-shop. I owed for
    it out of my pocket-money. When the rapturous ceremony was over,
    we all four went up the lane and let off a cannon (brought loaded
    in Bob Redforth's waistcoat-pocket) to announce our nuptials. It
    flew right up when it went off, and turned over. Next day, Lieut.-
    Col. Robin Redforth was united, with similar ceremonies, to Alice
    Rainbird. This time the cannon burst with a most terrific
    explosion, and made a puppy bark.

    My peerless bride was, at the period of which we now treat, in
    captivity at Miss Grimmer's. Drowvey and Grimmer is the
    partnership, and opinion is divided which is the greatest beast.
    The lovely bride of the colonel was also immured in the dungeons of
    the same establishment. A vow was entered into, between the
    colonel and myself, that we would cut them out on the following
    Wednesday when walking two and two.

    Under the desperate circumstances of the case, the active brain of
    the colonel, combining with his lawless pursuit (he is a pirate),
    suggested an attack with fireworks. This, however, from motives of
    humanity, was abandoned as too expensive.

    Lightly armed with a paper-knife buttoned up under his jacket, and
    waving the dreaded black flag at the end of a cane, the colonel
    took command of me at two P.M. on the eventful and appointed day.
    He had drawn out the plan of attack on a piece of paper, which was
    rolled up round a hoop-stick. He showed it to me. My position and
    my full-length portrait (but my real ears don't stick out
    horizontal) was behind a corner lamp-post, with written orders to
    remain there till I should see Miss Drowvey fall. The Drowvey who
    was to fall was the one in spectacles, not the one with the large
    lavender bonnet. At that signal I was to rush forth, seize my
    bride, and fight my way to the lane. There a junction would be
    effected between myself and the colonel; and putting our brides
    behind us, between ourselves and the palings, we were to conquer or

    The enemy appeared, - approached. Waving his black flag, the
    colonel attacked. Confusion ensued. Anxiously I awaited my
    signal; but my signal came not. So far from falling, the hated
    Drowvey in spectacles appeared to me to have muffled the colonel's
    head in his outlawed banner, and to be pitching into him with a
    parasol. The one in the lavender bonnet also performed prodigies
    of valour with her fists on his back. Seeing that all was for the
    moment lost, I fought my desperate way hand to hand to the lane.
    Through taking the back road, I was so fortunate as to meet nobody,
    and arrived there uninterrupted.

    It seemed an age ere the colonel joined me. He had been to the
    jobbing tailor's to be sewn up in several places, and attributed
    our defeat to the refusal of the detested Drowvey to fall. Finding
    her so obstinate, he had said to her, 'Die, recreant!' but had
    found her no more open to reason on that point than the other.

    My blooming bride appeared, accompanied by the colonel's bride, at
    the dancing-school next day. What? Was her face averted from me?
    Hah? Even so. With a look of scorn, she put into my hand a bit of
    paper, and took another partner. On the paper was pencilled,
    'Heavens! Can I write the word? Is my husband a cow?'

    In the first bewilderment of my heated brain, I tried to think what
    slanderer could have traced my family to the ignoble animal
    mentioned above. Vain were my endeavours. At the end of that
    dance I whispered the colonel to come into the cloak-room, and I
    showed him the note.

    'There is a syllable wanting,' said he, with a gloomy brow.

    'Hah! What syllable?' was my inquiry.

    'She asks, can she write the word? And no; you see she couldn't,'
    said the colonel, pointing out the passage.

    'And the word was?' said I.

    'Cow - cow - coward,' hissed the pirate-colonel in my ear, and gave
    me back the note.

    Feeling that I must for ever tread the earth a branded boy, -
    person I mean, - or that I must clear up my honour, I demanded to
    be tried by a court-martial. The colonel admitted my right to be
    tried. Some difficulty was found in composing the court, on
    account of the Emperor of France's aunt refusing to let him come
    out. He was to be the president. Ere yet we had appointed a
    substitute, he made his escape over the back-wall, and stood among
    us, a free monarch.

    The court was held on the grass by the pond. I recognised, in a
    certain admiral among my judges, my deadliest foe. A cocoa-nut had
    given rise to language that I could not brook; but confiding in my
    innocence, and also in the knowledge that the President of the
    United States (who sat next him) owed me a knife, I braced myself
    for the ordeal.

    It was a solemn spectacle, that court. Two executioners with
    pinafores reversed led me in. Under the shade of an umbrella I
    perceived my bride, supported by the bride of the pirate-colonel.
    The president, having reproved a little female ensign for
    tittering, on a matter of life or death, called upon me to plead,
    'Coward or no coward, guilty or not guilty?' I pleaded in a firm
    tone, 'No coward and not guilty.' (The little female ensign being
    again reproved by the president for misconduct, mutinied, left the
    court, and threw stones.)

    My implacable enemy, the admiral, conducted the case against me.
    The colonel's bride was called to prove that I had remained behind
    the corner lamp-post during the engagement. I might have been
    spared the anguish of my own bride's being also made a witness to
    the same point, but the admiral knew where to wound me. Be still,
    my soul, no matter. The colonel was then brought forward with his

    It was for this point that I had saved myself up, as the turning-
    point of my case. Shaking myself free of my guards, - who had no
    business to hold me, the stupids, unless I was found guilty, - I
    asked the colonel what he considered the first duty of a soldier?
    Ere he could reply, the President of the United States rose and
    informed the court, that my foe, the admiral, had suggested
    'Bravery,' and that prompting a witness wasn't fair. The president
    of the court immediately ordered the admiral's mouth to be filled
    with leaves, and tied up with string. I had the satisfaction of
    seeing the sentence carried into effect before the proceedings went

    I then took a paper from my trousers-pocket, and asked, 'What do
    you consider, Col. Redford, the first duty of a soldier? Is it

    'It is,' said the colonel.

    'Is that paper - please to look at it - in your hand?'

    'It is,' said the colonel.

    'Is it a military sketch?'

    'It is,' said the colonel.

    'Of an engagement?'

    'Quite so,' said the colonel.

    'Of the late engagement?'

    'Of the late engagement.'

    'Please to describe it, and then hand it to the president of the

    From that triumphant moment my sufferings and my dangers were at an
    end. The court rose up and jumped, on discovering that I had
    strictly obeyed orders. My foe, the admiral, who though muzzled
    was malignant yet, contrived to suggest that I was dishonoured by
    having quitted the field. But the colonel himself had done as
    much, and gave his opinion, upon his word and honour as a pirate,
    that when all was lost the field might be quitted without disgrace.
    I was going to be found 'No coward and not guilty,' and my blooming
    bride was going to be publicly restored to my arms in a procession,
    when an unlooked-for event disturbed the general rejoicing. This
    was no other than the Emperor of France's aunt catching hold of his
    hair. The proceedings abruptly terminated, and the court
    tumultuously dissolved.

    It was when the shades of the next evening but one were beginning
    to fall, ere yet the silver beams of Luna touched the earth, that
    four forms might have been descried slowly advancing towards the
    weeping willow on the borders of the pond, the now deserted scene
    of the day before yesterday's agonies and triumphs. On a nearer
    approach, and by a practised eye, these might have been identified
    as the forms of the pirate-colonel with his bride, and of the day
    before yesterday's gallant prisoner with his bride.

    On the beauteous faces of the Nymphs dejection sat enthroned. All
    four reclined under the willow for some minutes without speaking,
    till at length the bride of the colonel poutingly observed, 'It's
    of no use pretending any more, and we had better give it up.'

    'Hah!' exclaimed the pirate. 'Pretending?'

    'Don't go on like that; you worry me,' returned his bride.

    The lovely bride of Tinkling echoed the incredible declaration.
    The two warriors exchanged stony glances.

    'If,' said the bride of the pirate-colonel, 'grown-up people WON'T
    do what they ought to do, and WILL put us out, what comes of our

    'We only get into scrapes,' said the bride of Tinkling.

    'You know very well,' pursued the colonel's bride, 'that Miss
    Drowvey wouldn't fall. You complained of it yourself. And you
    know how disgracefully the court-martial ended. As to our
    marriage; would my people acknowledge it at home?'

    'Or would my people acknowledge ours?' said the bride of Tinkling.

    Again the two warriors exchanged stony glances.

    'If you knocked at the door and claimed me, after you were told to
    go away,' said the colonel's bride, 'you would only have your hair
    pulled, or your ears, or your nose.'

    'If you persisted in ringing at the bell and claiming me,' said the
    bride of Tinkling to that gentleman, 'you would have things dropped
    on your head from the window over the handle, or you would be
    played upon by the garden-engine.'

    'And at your own homes,' resumed the bride of the colonel, 'it
    would be just as bad. You would be sent to bed, or something
    equally undignified. Again, how would you support us?'

    The pirate-colonel replied in a courageous voice, 'By rapine!' But
    his bride retorted, 'Suppose the grown-up people wouldn't be
    rapined?' 'Then,' said the colonel, 'they should pay the penalty
    in blood.' - 'But suppose they should object,' retorted his bride,
    'and wouldn't pay the penalty in blood or anything else?'

    A mournful silence ensued.

    'Then do you no longer love me, Alice?' asked the colonel.

    'Redforth! I am ever thine,' returned his bride.

    'Then do you no longer love me, Nettie?' asked the present writer.

    'Tinkling! I am ever thine,' returned my bride.

    We all four embraced. Let me not be misunderstood by the giddy.
    The colonel embraced his own bride, and I embraced mine. But two
    times two make four.

    'Nettie and I,' said Alice mournfully, 'have been considering our
    position. The grown-up people are too strong for us. They make us
    ridiculous. Besides, they have changed the times. William
    Tinkling's baby brother was christened yesterday. What took place?
    Was any king present? Answer, William.'

    I said No, unless disguised as Great-uncle Chopper.

    'Any queen?'

    There had been no queen that I knew of at our house. There might
    have been one in the kitchen: but I didn't think so, or the
    servants would have mentioned it.

    'Any fairies?'

    None that were visible.

    'We had an idea among us, I think,' said Alice, with a melancholy
    smile, 'we four, that Miss Grimmer would prove to be the wicked
    fairy, and would come in at the christening with her crutch-stick,
    and give the child a bad gift. Was there anything of that sort?
    Answer, William.'

    I said that ma had said afterwards (and so she had), that Great-
    uncle Chopper's gift was a shabby one; but she hadn't said a bad
    one. She had called it shabby, electrotyped, second-hand, and
    below his income.

    'It must be the grown-up people who have changed all this,' said
    Alice. 'WE couldn't have changed it, if we had been so inclined,
    and we never should have been. Or perhaps Miss Grimmer IS a wicked
    fairy after all, and won't act up to it because the grown-up people
    have persuaded her not to. Either way, they would make us
    ridiculous if we told them what we expected.'

    'Tyrants!' muttered the pirate-colonel.

    'Nay, my Redforth,' said Alice, 'say not so. Call not names, my
    Redforth, or they will apply to pa.'

    'Let 'em,' said the colonel. 'I do not care. Who's he?'

    Tinkling here undertook the perilous task of remonstrating with his
    lawless friend, who consented to withdraw the moody expressions
    above quoted.

    'What remains for us to do?' Alice went on in her mild, wise way.
    'We must educate, we must pretend in a new manner, we must wait.'

    The colonel clenched his teeth, - four out in front, and a piece of
    another, and he had been twice dragged to the door of a dentist-
    despot, but had escaped from his guards. 'How educate? How
    pretend in a new manner? How wait?'

    'Educate the grown-up people,' replied Alice. 'We part to-night.
    Yes, Redforth,' - for the colonel tucked up his cuffs, - 'part to-
    night! Let us in these next holidays, now going to begin, throw
    our thoughts into something educational for the grown-up people,
    hinting to them how things ought to be. Let us veil our meaning
    under a mask of romance; you, I, and Nettie. William Tinkling
    being the plainest and quickest writer, shall copy out. Is it

    The colonel answered sulkily, 'I don't mind.' He then asked, 'How
    about pretending?'

    'We will pretend,' said Alice, 'that we are children; not that we
    are those grown-up people who won't help us out as they ought, and
    who understand us so badly.'

    The colonel, still much dissatisfied, growled, 'How about waiting?'

    'We will wait,' answered little Alice, taking Nettie's hand in
    hers, and looking up to the sky, 'we will wait - ever constant and
    true - till the times have got so changed as that everything helps
    us out, and nothing makes us ridiculous, and the fairies have come
    back. We will wait - ever constant and true - till we are eighty,
    ninety, or one hundred. And then the fairies will send US
    children, and we will help them out, poor pretty little creatures,
    if they pretend ever so much.'

    'So we will, dear,' said Nettie Ashford, taking her round the waist
    with both arms and kissing her. 'And now if my husband will go and
    buy some cherries for us, I have got some money.'

    In the friendliest manner I invited the colonel to go with me; but
    he so far forgot himself as to acknowledge the invitation by
    kicking out behind, and then lying down on his stomach on the
    grass, pulling it up and chewing it. When I came back, however,
    Alice had nearly brought him out of his vexation, and was soothing
    him by telling him how soon we should all be ninety.

    As we sat under the willow-tree and ate the cherries (fair, for
    Alice shared them out), we played at being ninety. Nettie
    complained that she had a bone in her old back, and it made her
    hobble; and Alice sang a song in an old woman's way, but it was
    very pretty, and we were all merry. At least, I don't know about
    merry exactly, but all comfortable.

    There was a most tremendous lot of cherries; and Alice always had
    with her some neat little bag or box or case, to hold things. In
    it that night was a tiny wine-glass. So Alice and Nettie said they
    would make some cherry-wine to drink our love at parting.

    Each of us had a glassful, and it was delicious; and each of us
    drank the toast, 'Our love at parting.' The colonel drank his wine
    last; and it got into my head directly that it got into his
    directly. Anyhow, his eyes rolled immediately after he had turned
    the glass upside down; and he took me on one side and proposed in a
    hoarse whisper, that we should 'Cut 'em out still.'

    'How did he mean?' I asked my lawless friend.

    'Cut our brides out,' said the colonel, 'and then cut our way,
    without going down a single turning, bang to the Spanish main!'

    We might have tried it, though I didn't think it would answer; only
    we looked round and saw that there was nothing but moon-light under
    the willow-tree, and that our pretty, pretty wives were gone. We
    burst out crying. The colonel gave in second, and came to first;
    but he gave in strong.

    We were ashamed of our red eyes, and hung about for half-an-hour to
    whiten them. Likewise a piece of chalk round the rims, I doing the
    colonel's, and he mine, but afterwards found in the bedroom
    looking-glass not natural, besides inflammation. Our conversation
    turned on being ninety. The colonel told me he had a pair of boots
    that wanted soling and heeling; but he thought it hardly worth
    while to mention it to his father, as he himself should so soon be
    ninety, when he thought shoes would be more convenient. The
    colonel also told me, with his hand upon his hip, that he felt
    himself already getting on in life, and turning rheumatic. And I
    told him the same. And when they said at our house at supper (they
    are always bothering about something) that I stooped, I felt so

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