The pistol and the cartridges were confiscated.
I hope the house will never be attacked by burglars. When it is, Albert"s uncle will only have himself to thank if we are rapidly overpowered, because it will be his fault that we shall have to meet them totally unarmed, and be their almost unresisting prey.
CHAPTER 10. THE SALE OF ANTIQUITIES
It began one morning at breakfast. It was the fifteenth of August--the birthday of Napoleon the Great, Oswald Bastable, and another very nice writer. Oswald was to keep his birthday on the Sat.u.r.day, so that his Father could be there. A birthday when there are only many happy returns is a little like Sunday or Christmas Eve. Oswald had a birthday-card or two--that was all; but he did not repine, because he knew they always make it up to you for putting off keeping your birthday, and he looked forward to Sat.u.r.day.
Albert"s uncle had a whole stack of letters as usual, and presently he tossed one over to Dora, and said, "What do you say, little lady? Shall we let them come?"
But Dora, b.u.t.ter-fingered as ever, missed the catch, and d.i.c.k and Noel both had a try for it, so that the letter went into the place where the bacon had been, and where now only a frozen-looking lake of bacon fat was slowly hardening, and then somehow it got into the marmalade, and then H. O. got it, and Dora said--
"I don"t want the nasty thing now--all grease and stickiness." So H. O.
read it aloud--
MAIDSTONE SOCIETY OF ANTIQUITIES AND FIELD CLUB Aug. 14, 1900
"DEAR SIR,--At a meeting of the--"
H. O. stuck fast here, and the writing was really very bad, like a spider that has been in the ink-pot crawling in a hurry over the paper without stopping to rub its feet properly on the mat. So Oswald took the letter. He is above minding a little marmalade or bacon. He began to read. It ran thus:
"It"s not Antiquities, you little silly," he said; "it"s Antiquaries."
"The other"s a very good word," said Albert"s uncle, "and I never call names at breakfast myself--it upsets the digestion, my egregious Oswald."
"That"s a name though," said Alice, "and you got it out of "Stalky", too. Go on, Oswald."
So Oswald went on where he had been interrupted:
"MAIDSTONE SOCIETY OF "ANTIQUARIES" AND FIELD CLUB
Aug. 14,1900.
"DEAR SIR,--At a meeting of the Committee of this Society it was agreed that a field day should be held on Aug. 20, when the Society proposes to visit the interesting church of Ivybridge and also the Roman remains in the vicinity. Our president, Mr Longchamps, F.R.S., has obtained permission to open a barrow in the Three Trees pasture. We venture to ask whether you would allow the members of the Society to walk through your grounds and to inspect--from without, of course--your beautiful house, which is, as you are doubtless aware, of great historic interest, having been for some years the residence of the celebrated Sir Thomas Wyatt.--I am, dear Sir, yours faithfully,
"EDWARD K. TURNBULL (Hon. Sec.)."
"Just so," said Albert"s uncle; "well, shall we permit the eye of the Maidstone Antiquities to profane these sacred solitudes, and the foot of the Field Club to kick up a dust on our gravel?"
"Our gravel is all gra.s.s," H. O. said.
And the girls said, "Oh, do let them come!" It was Alice who said--
"Why not ask them to tea? They"ll be very tired coming all the way from Maidstone."
"Would you really like it?" Albert"s uncle asked. "I"m afraid they"ll be but dull dogs, the Antiquities, stuffy old gentlemen with amphorae in their b.u.t.tonholes instead of orchids, and pedigrees poking out of all their pockets."
We laughed--because we knew what an amphorae is. If you don"t you might look it up in the d.i.c.ker. It"s not a flower, though it sounds like one out of the gardening book, the kind you never hear of anyone growing.
Dora said she thought it would be splendid.
"And we could have out the best china," she said, "and decorate the table with flowers. We could have tea in the garden. We"ve never had a party since we"ve been here."
"I warn you that your guests may be boresome; however, have it your own way," Albert"s uncle said; and he went off to write the invitation to tea to the Maidstone Antiquities. I know that is the wrong word but somehow we all used it whenever we spoke of them, which was often.
In a day or two Albert"s uncle came in to tea with a lightly-clouded brow.
"You"ve let me in for a nice thing," he said. "I asked the Antiquities to tea, and I asked casually how many we might expect. I thought we might need at least the full dozen of the best teacups. Now the secretary writes accepting my kind invitation--"
"Oh, good!" we cried. "And how many are coming?" "Oh, only about sixty," was the groaning rejoinder. "Perhaps more, should the weather be exceptionally favourable."
Though stunned at first, we presently decided that we were pleased.
We had never, never given such a big party.
The girls were allowed to help in the kitchen, where Mrs Pettigrew made cakes all day long without stopping. They did not let us boys be there, though I cannot see any harm in putting your finger in a cake before it is baked, and then licking your finger, if you are careful to put a different finger in the cake next time. Cake before it is baked is delicious--like a sort of cream.
Albert"s uncle said he was the prey of despair. He drove in to Maidstone one day. When we asked him where he was going, he said--
"To get my hair cut: if I keep it this length I shall certainly tear it out by double handfuls in the extremity of my anguish every time I think of those innumerable Antiquities."
But we found out afterwards that he really went to borrow china and things to give the Antiquities their tea out of; though he did have his hair cut too, because he is the soul of truth and honour.
Oswald had a very good sort of birthday, with bows and arrows as well as other presents. I think these were meant to make up for the pistol that was taken away after the adventure of the fox-hunting. These gave us boys something to do between the birthday-keeping, which was on the Sat.u.r.day, and the Wednesday when the Antiquities were to come.
We did not allow the girls to play with the bows and arrows, because they had the cakes that we were cut off from: there was little or no unpleasantness over this.
On the Tuesday we went down to look at the Roman place where the Antiquities were going to dig. We sat on the Roman wall and ate nuts.
And as we sat there, we saw coming through the beet-field two labourers with picks and shovels, and a very young man with thin legs and a bicycle. It turned out afterwards to be a free-wheel, the first we had ever seen.
They stopped at a mound inside the Roman wall, and the men took their coats off and spat on their hands.
We went down at once, of course. The thin-legged bicyclist explained his machine to us very fully and carefully when we asked him, and then we saw the men were cutting turfs and turning them over and rolling them up and putting them in a heap. So we asked the gentleman with the thin legs what they were doing. He said--
"They are beginning the preliminary excavation in readiness for to-morrow."
"What"s up to-morrow?" H. O. asked.
"To-morrow we propose to open this barrow and examine it."
"Then YOU"RE the Antiquities?" said H. O.
"I"m the secretary," said the gentleman, smiling, but narrowly.
"Oh, you"re all coming to tea with us," Dora said, and added anxiously, "how many of you do you think there"ll be?"