But it was not the shoemaker. It was an old man, pale in the face and white in the hair, and he was so old that we asked him into Father"s study by the fire, as soon as we had found out it was really d.i.c.ky he wanted to see.
When we got him there he said--
"Might I trouble you to shut the door?"
This is the way a burglar or a murderer might behave, but we did not think he was one. He looked too old for these professions.
When the door was shut, he said--
"I ain"t got much to say, young gemmen. It"s only to ask was it you sent this?"
He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, and it was our list.
Oswald and d.i.c.ky looked at each other.
"Did you send it?" said the old man again.
So then d.i.c.ky shrugged his shoulders and said, "Yes."
Oswald said, "How did you know and who are you?"
The old man got whiter than ever. He pulled out a piece of paper--it was the greenish-grey piece we"d wrapped the Turk and chains in. And it had a label on it that we hadn"t noticed, with d.i.c.ky"s name and address on it. The new bat he got at Christmas had come in it.
[Ill.u.s.tration: WHEN THE DOOR WAS SHUT HE SAID, "I AIN"T GOT MUCH TO SAY, YOUNG GEMMEN."]
"That"s how I know," said the old man. "Ah, be sure your sin will find you out."
"But who are you, anyway!" asked Oswald again.
"Oh, _I_ ain"t n.o.body in particular," he said. "I"m only the father of the pore gell as you took in with your cruel, deceitful, lying tricks.
Oh, you may look uppish, young sir, but I"m here to speak my mind, and I"ll speak it if I die for it. So now!"
"But we didn"t send it to a girl," said d.i.c.ky. "We wouldn"t do such a thing. We sent it for a--for a----" I think he tried to say for a joke, but he couldn"t with the fiery way the old man looked at him--"for a sell, to pay a porter out for stopping me getting into a train when it was just starting, and I missed going to the Circus with the others."
Oswald was glad d.i.c.ky was not too proud to explain to the old man. He was rather afraid he might be.
"I never sent it to a girl," he said again.
"Ho," said the aged one. "An" who told you that there porter was a single man? It was his wife--my pore gell--as opened your low parcel, and she sees your lying list written out so plain on top, and, sez she to me, "Father," says she, "ere"s a friend in need! All these good things for us, and no name signed, so that we can"t even say thank you.
I suppose it"s some one knows how short we are just now, and hardly enough to eat with coals the price they are," says she to me. "I do call that kind and Christian," says she, "and I won"t open not one of them lovely parcels till Jim comes "ome," she says, "and we"ll enjoy the pleasures of it together, all three of us," says she. And when he came home--we opened of them lovely parcels. She"s a cryin" her eyes out at home now, and Jim, he only swore once, and I don"t blame him for that one--though never an evil speaker myself--and then he set himself down on a chair and puts his elbows on it to hide his face like--and "Emmie,"
says he, "so help me. I didn"t know I"d got an enemy in the world. I always thought we"d got nothing but good friends," says he. An" I says nothing, but I picks up the paper, and comes here to your fine house to tell you what I think of you. It"s a mean, low-down, dirty, nasty trick, and no gentleman wouldn"t a-done it. So that"s all--and it"s off my chest, and good-night to you gentlemen both!"
He turned to go out. I shall not tell you what Oswald felt, except that he did hope d.i.c.ky felt the same, and would behave accordingly. And d.i.c.ky did, and Oswald was both pleased and surprised.
d.i.c.ky said--
"Oh, I say, stop a minute. I didn"t think of your poor girl."
"And her youngest but a bare three weeks old," said the old man angrily.
"I didn"t, on my honour I didn"t think of anything but paying the porter out."
"He was only a doing of his duty," the old man said.
"Well, I beg your pardon and his," said d.i.c.ky; "it was ungentlemanly, and I"m very sorry. And I"ll try to make it up somehow. Please make it up. I can"t do more than own I"m sorry. I wish I hadn"t--there!"
"Well," said the old man slowly, "we"ll leave it at that. Next time p"r"aps you"ll think a bit who it"s going to be as"ll get the benefit of your payings out."
d.i.c.ky made him shake hands, and Oswald did the same.
Then we had to go back to the others and tell them. It was hard. But it was ginger-ale and seed-cake compared to having to tell Father, which was what it came to in the end. For we all saw, though Noel happened to be the one to say it first, that the only way we could really make it up to James Johnson and his poor girl and his poor girl"s father, and the baby that was only three weeks old, was to send them a hamper with all the things in it--_real_ things, that we had put on the list in the revengeful hamper. And as we had only six-and-sevenpence among us we had to tell Father. Besides, you feel better inside when you have. He talked to us about it a bit, but he is a good Father and does not jaw unduly.
He advanced our pocket-money to buy a real large Turk-and-chains. And he gave us six bottles of port wine, because he thought that would be better for the poor girl who had the baby than rum or sherry or even sparkling champagne.
We were afraid to send the hamper by Carter Pat. for fear they should think it was another Avenging Take-in. And that was one reason why we took it ourselves in a cab. The other reason was that we wanted to see them open the hamper, and another was that we wanted--at least d.i.c.ky wanted--to have it out man to man with the porter and his wife, and tell them himself how sorry he was.
So we got our gardener to find out secretly when that porter was off duty, and when we knew the times we went to his house at one of them.
Then d.i.c.ky got out of the cab and went in and said what he had to say.
And then we took in the hamper.
And the old man and his daughter and the porter were most awfully decent to us, and the porter"s wife said, "Lor! let bygones be bygones is what _I_ say! Why, we wouldn"t never have had this handsome present but for the other. Say no more about it, sir, and thank you kindly, I"m sure."
And we have been friends with them ever since.
We were short of pocket-money for some time, but Oswald does not complain, though the Turk was d.i.c.ky"s idea entirely. Yet Oswald is just, and he owns that he helped as much as he could in packing the Hamper of the Avenger. Dora paid her share, too, though she wasn"t in it. The author does not shrink from owning that this was very decent of Dora.
This is all the story of--
THE TURK IN CHAINS; or, RICHARD"S REVENGE.
(His name is really Richard, the same as Father"s. We only call him d.i.c.ky for short.)
_THE GOLDEN GONDOLA_
ALBERT"S uncle is tremendously clever, and he writes books. I have told how he fled to Southern sh.o.r.es with a lady who is rather nice. His having to marry her was partly our fault, but we did not mean to do it, and we were very sorry for what we had done. But afterwards we thought perhaps it was all for the best, because if left alone he might have married widows, or old German governesses, or Murdstone aunts, like Daisy and Denny have, instead of the fortunate lady that we were the cause of his being married by.
The wedding was just before Christmas, and we were all there. And then they went to Rome for a period of time that is spoken of in books as the honeymoon. You know that H.O., my youngest brother, tried to go too, disguised as the contents of a dress-basket--but was betrayed and brought back.
Conversation often takes place about the things you like, and we often spoke of Albert"s uncle.
One day we had a ripping game of hide-and-seek-all-over-the-house-and-all-the-lights-out, sometimes called devil-in-the-dark, and never to be played except when your father and uncle are out, because of the screams which the strongest cannot suppress when caught by "he" in unexpectedness and total darkness. The girls do not like this game so much as we do. But it is only fair for them to play it. We have more than once played doll"s tea-parties to please them.
Well, when the game was over we were panting like dogs on the hearthrug in front of the common-room fire, and H.O. said--
"I wish Albert"s uncle had been here; he does enjoy it so."
Oswald has sometimes thought Albert"s uncle only played to please us.