He sat down on the gra.s.s and began to smoke. We asked him questions about himself, and he told us many of his secret sorrows--especially about there being no work nowadays for an honest man. At last he dropped asleep in the middle of a story about a vestry he worked for that hadn"t acted fair and square by him like he had by them, or it (I don"t know if vestry is singular or plural), and we went home. But before we went we held a hurried council and collected what money we could from the little we had with us (it was ninepence-halfpenny), and wrapped it in an old envelope d.i.c.ky had in his pocket and put it gently on the billowing middle of the poor tramp"s sleeping waistcoat, so that he would find it when he woke. None of the dogs said a single syllable while we were doing this, so we knew they believed him to be poor but honest, and we always find it safe to take their word for things like that.
As we went home a brooding silence fell upon us; we found out afterwards that those words of the poor tramp"s about free drinks had sunk deep in all our hearts, and rankled there.
After dinner we went out and sat with our feet in the stream. People tell you it makes your grub disagree with you to do this just after meals, but it never hurts us. There is a fallen willow across the stream that just seats the eight of us, only the ones at the end can"t get their feet into the water properly because of the bushes, so we keep changing places. We had got some liquorice root to chew. This helps thought. Dora broke a peaceful silence with this speech--
"Free drinks."
The words awoke a response in every breast.
"I wonder someone doesn"t," H. O. said, leaning back till he nearly toppled in, and was only saved by Oswald and Alice at their own deadly peril.
"Do for goodness sake sit still, H. O.," observed Alice. "It would be a glorious act! I wish WE could."
"What, sit still?" asked H. O.
"No, my child," replied Oswald, "most of us can do that when we try.
Your angel sister was only wishing to set up free drinks for the poor and thirsty."
"Not for all of them," Alice said, "just a few. Change places now, d.i.c.ky. My feet aren"t properly wet at all."
It is very difficult to change places safely on the willow. The changers have to crawl over the laps of the others, while the rest sit tight and hold on for all they"re worth. But the hard task was accomplished and then Alice went on--
"And we couldn"t do it for always, only a day or two--just while our money held out. Eiffel Tower lemonade"s the best, and you get a jolly lot of it for your money too. There must be a great many sincerely thirsty persons go along the Dover Road every day."
"It wouldn"t be bad. We"ve got a little c.h.i.n.k between us," said Oswald.
"And then think how the poor grateful creatures would linger and tell us about their inmost sorrows. It would be most frightfully interesting.
We could write all their agonied life histories down afterwards like All the Year Round Christmas numbers. Oh, do let"s!"
Alice was wriggling so with earnestness that d.i.c.ky thumped her to make her calm.
"We might do it, just for one day," Oswald said, "but it wouldn"t be much--only a drop in the ocean compared with the enormous dryness of all the people in the whole world. Still, every little helps, as the mermaid said when she cried into the sea."
"I know a piece of poetry about that," Denny said.
"Small things are best.
Care and unrest To wealth and rank are given, But little things On little wings--
do something or other, I forget what, but it means the same as Oswald was saying about the mermaid."
"What are you going to call it?" asked Noel, coming out of a dream.
"Call what?"
"The Free Drinks game."
"It"s a horrid shame If the Free Drinks game Doesn"t have a name.
You would be to blame If anyone came And--"
"Oh, shut up!" remarked d.i.c.ky. "You"ve been making that rot up all the time we"ve been talking instead of listening properly." d.i.c.ky hates poetry. I don"t mind it so very much myself, especially Macaulay"s and Kipling"s and Noel"s.
"There was a lot more--"lame" and "dame" and "name" and "game" and things--and now I"ve forgotten it," Noel said in gloom.
"Never mind," Alice answered, "it"ll come back to you in the silent watches of the night; you see if it doesn"t. But really, Noel"s right, it OUGHT to have a name."
"Free Drinks Company." "Thirsty Travellers" Rest." "The Travellers"
joy."
These names were suggested, but not cared for extra.
Then someone said--I think it was Oswald--"Why not "The House Beautiful"?"
"It can"t be a house, it must be in the road. It"ll only be a stall."
"The "Stall Beautiful" is simply silly," Oswald said.
"The "Bar Beautiful" then," said d.i.c.ky, who knows what the "Rose and Crown" bar is like inside, which of course is hidden from girls.
"Oh, wait a minute," cried the Dentist, snapping his fingers like he always does when he is trying to remember things. "I thought of something, only Daisy tickled me and it"s gone--I know--let"s call it the Benevolent Bar!"
It was exactly right, and told the whole truth in two words.
"Benevolent" showed it was free and "Bar" showed what was free; e.g.
things to drink. The "Benevolent Bar" it was.
We went home at once to prepare for the morrow, for of course we meant to do it the very next day. Procrastination is you know what--and delays are dangerous. If we had waited long we might have happened to spend our money on something else.
The utmost secrecy had to be observed, because Mrs Pettigrew hates tramps. Most people do who keep fowls. Albert"s uncle was in London till the next evening, so we could not consult him, but we know he is always chock full of intelligent sympathy with the poor and needy.
Acting with the deepest disguise, we made an awning to cover the Benevolent Bar keepers from the searching rays of the monarch of the skies. We found some old striped sun-blinds in the attic, and the girls sewed them together. They were not very big when they were done, so we added the girls" striped petticoats. I am sorry their petticoats turn up so constantly in my narrative, but they really are very useful, especially when the band is cut off. The girls borrowed Mrs Pettigrew"s sewing-machine; they could not ask her leave without explanations, which we did not wish to give just then, and she had lent it to them before.
They took it into the cellar to work it, so that she should not hear the noise and ask bothering questions.
They had to balance it on one end of the beer-stand. It was not easy.
While they were doing the sewing we boys went out and got willow poles and chopped the twigs off, and got ready as well as we could to put up the awning.
When we returned a detachment of us went down to the shop in the village for Eiffel Tower lemonade. We bought seven-and-sixpence worth; then we made a great label to say what the bar was for. Then there was nothing else to do except to make rosettes out of a blue sash of Daisy"s to show we belonged to the Benevolent Bar.
The next day was as hot as ever. We rose early from our innocent slumbers, and went out to the Dover Road to the spot we had marked down the day before. It was at a cross-roads, so as to be able to give drinks to as many people as possible.
We hid the awning and poles behind the hedge and went home to brekker.
After break we got the big zinc bath they wash clothes in, and after filling it with clean water we just had to empty it again because it was too heavy to lift. So we carried it vacant to the trysting-spot and left H. O. and Noel to guard it while we went and fetched separate pails of water; very heavy work, and no one who wasn"t really benevolent would have bothered about it for an instant. Oswald alone carried three pails.
So did d.i.c.ky and the Dentist. Then we rolled down some empty barrels and stood up three of them by the roadside, and put planks on them.
This made a very first-cla.s.s table, and we covered it with the best tablecloth we could find in the linen cupboard. We brought out several gla.s.ses and some teacups--not the best ones, Oswald was firm about that--and the kettle and spirit-lamp and the tea-pot, in case any weary tramp-woman fancied a cup of tea instead of Eiffel Tower. H. O. and Noel had to go down to the shop for tea; they need not have grumbled; they had not carried any of the water. And their having to go the second time was only because we forgot to tell them to get some real lemons to put on the bar to show what the drink would be like when you got it. The man at the shop kindly gave us tick for the lemons, and we cashed up out of our next week"s pocket-money.
Two or three people pa.s.sed while we were getting things ready, but no one said anything except the man who said, "Bloomin" Sunday-school treat", and as it was too early in the day for anyone to be thirsty we did not stop the wayfarers to tell them their thirst could be slaked without cost at our Benevolent Bar.
But when everything was quite ready, and our blue rosettes fastened on our b.r.e.a.s.t.s over our benevolent hearts, we stuck up the great placard we had made with "Benevolent Bar. Free Drinks to all Weary Travellers", in white wadding on red calico, like Christmas decorations in church. We had meant to fasten this to the edge of the awning, but we had to pin it to the front of the tablecloth, because I am sorry to say the awning went wrong from the first. We could not drive the willow poles into the road; it was much too hard. And in the ditch it was too soft, besides being no use. So we had just to cover our benevolent heads with our hats, and take it in turns to go into the shadow of the tree on the other side of the road. For we had pitched our table on the sunny side of the way, of course, relying on our broken-reed-like awning, and wishing to give it a fair chance.