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So Father laughed and said, “All right.” And he said we might do as we liked with the half‐sovereign. “Only for goodness” sake don’t try to go in for business with it,” he said. “It’s always a mistake to go into business with an insufficient capital.”
We talked i t over all that evening, and we decided that as we were not to go into business with our half‐sovereign it was no use not spending it at once, and so we might as well have a right royal feast. The next day we went out and bought the things. We got figs, and almonds and raisins, and a real raw rabbit, and Eliza promised to cook it for us if we would wait till tomorrow, because of the Indian Uncle coming to dinner. She was very busy cooking nice things for him to eat. We got page: 262 the rabbit because we are so tired of beef and mutton, and Father hasn’t a bill at the poultry shop. And we got some flowers to go on the dinner‐table for Father’s party. And we got hardbake and raspberry noyau and peppermint rock and oranges and a cocoanut, with other nice things. We put it all in the top long drawer. It is H.O.’s play drawer, nike air max and we made him turn his things out and put them in Father’s old portmanteau. H.O. is getting old enough now to learn to be unselfish, and besides, his drawer wanted tidying very badly. Then we all vowed by the honour of the ancient House of Bastable that we would not touch any of the feast till Dora gave the word next day. And we gave H.O. some of the hardbake, to make it easier for him to keep his vow. The next day was the most rememorable day in all our lives, but we didn’t know that then. But that is another story. I think that is such a useful way to know when you can’t think how to end up a chapter. I learnt it from another writer named Kipling. I’ve mentioned him before, I believe, but he deserves it!
Chapter 15 “Lo,The Poor Indian!”
IT was all very well for Father to ask us not to make a row because the Indian Unc cheap nike air max trainers le was coming to talk business, but my young brother’s boots are not the only things that make a noise. We took his boots away and made him wear Dora’s bath slippers, which are soft and woolly, and hardly any soles to them; and of course we wanted to see the Uncle, so we looked over the banisters when he came, and we were as quiet as mice—but when Eliza had let him in she went straight down to the kitchen and made the most awful row you ever heard, it sounded like the Day of Judgment, or all the saucepans and crockery in the house being kicked about the floor, but she told me afterwards it was only the tea‐tray and one or two cups and saucers, that she had knocked over in her page: 266 flurry. We heard the Uncle say, “God bless my soul!” and then he went into Father’s study and the door was shut—we didn’t see him properly nike air max sale at all that time.
I don’t believe the dinner was very nice. Something got burned I’m sure—for we smelt it. It was an extra smell, besides the mutton. I know that got burned. Eliza wouldn’t have any of us in the kitchen except Dora—till dinner was over. Then we got what was left of the dessert, and had it on the stairs—just round the corner where they can’t see you from the hall, unless the first landing gas is lighted. Suddenly the study door opened and the Uncle came out and went and felt in his great coat pocket. It was his cigar‐case he wanted. We saw that afterwards. We got a much better view of him then. He didn’t look like an Indian but just like a kind of brown, big Englishman, and of course he didn’t see us, but we heard him mutter to himself—
“Shocking bad dinner! Eh!—what?” When he went back to the study he didn’ nike air max 90 t shut the door properly. That door has always been a little tiresome since the day we took the lock off to get out the pencil sharpener H.O. had shoved into the keyhole. We didn’t listen—really and truly—but the Indian Uncle has page: 267 a very big voice, and Father was not going to be beaten by a poor Indian in talking or anything else—so he spoke up too, like a man, and I heard him say it was a very good business, and only wanted a little capital—and he said it as if it was an imposition he had learned, and he hated having to say it. The Uncle said, “Pooh, pooh!” to that, and then he said he was afraid that what that same business wanted was not capital but management. Then I heard my Father say, “It is not a pleasant subject: I am sorry I introduced it. Suppose we change it, sir. Let me fill your glass.” Then the poor Indian said something about vintage—and that a poor, broken‐down man like he was couldn’t be too careful. And then Father said, “Well, whisky then,” and afterwards they talked about Native Races and Imperial something or other and it got very dull.
So then Oswald remembered that you must not hear what people do not intend you to hear—even if you are not listening and he said, “We ought not to stay here any longer. Perhaps they would not like us to hear—”
Alice said, “Oh, do you think it could possibly matter?” and went and shut the study door softly but quite tight. So it was page: 268 no use staying there any longer, and we went to the nursery.
Then No?l said, “Now I understand. Of course my Father is making a banquet for the Indian, because he is a poor, broken‐down man. We might have known that from ‘Lo, the poor Indian!’ you know.”
We all agreed with him, and we were glad to have the thing explained, because we had not understood before what Father wanted to have people to dinner for—and not let us come in.
“Poor people are very proud,” said Alice, “and I expect Father thought the Indian would be ashamed, if all of us children knew how nike air max 90 sale poor he was.”
Then Dora said, “Poverty is no disgrace. We should honour honest Poverty.”
And we all agreed that that was so.
“I wish his dinner had not been so nasty,” Dora said, while Oswald put lumps of coal on the fire with his fingers, so as not to make a noise. He is a very thoughtful boy, and he did not wipe his fingers on his trouser leg as perhaps No?l or H.O. would have done, but he just rubbed them on Dora’s handkerchief while she was talking. “I am afraid the dinner was horrid.” Dora went on. “The page: 269 table looked very nice with the flowers we got. I set it myself, and Eliza made me borrow the silver spoons and forks from Albert‐next‐door’s Mother.”
“I hope the poor Indian is honest,” said Dicky gloomily, “when you are a poor, broken down man silver spoons must be a great temptation.”
Oswald told him not to talk such Tommy‐rot because the Indian was a relation, so of course he couldn’t do anything dishonourable. And Dora said it was all right any way, because she had washed up the spoons and forks herself and counted them, a nike canada store nd they were all there, and she had put them into their wash‐leather bag, and taken them back to Albert‐next‐door’s Mother.
“And the brussels sprouts were all wet and swimmy,” she went on, “and the potatoes looked grey—and there were bits of black in the gravy—and the mutton was bluey‐red and soft in the middle. I saw it when it came out. The apple‐pie looked very nice—but it wasn’t quite done in the apply part. The other thing that was bu nike canada rnt—you must have smelt it, was the soup.”
“It is a pity,” said Oswald; “I don’t suppose he gets a good dinner every day.”
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“No more do we,” said H.O., “but we shall to‐morrow.”
I thought of all the things we had bought with our half‐sovereign—the rabbit and the sweets and the almonds and raisins and figs and the cocoanut: and I thought of the nasty mutton and things, and while I was thinking about it all Alice said—
“Let’s ask the poor Indian to come to dinner with us to‐morrow.” I should have said it myself if she had given me time.
We got the little ones to go to bed by promising to put a note on their dressing‐table saying what had happened, so that they might know the first thing in the morning, or in the middle of the night if they happened to wake up, and then we elders arranged everything.
I waited by the back door, and when the Uncle was beginning to go Dick nike canada online y was to drop a marble down between the banisters for a signal, so that I could run round and meet the Uncle as he came out.
This seems like deceit, but if you are a thoughtful and considerate boy you will understand that we could not go down and say to the Uncle in the hall under Father’s eye, “Father has given you a beastly, nasty dinner, but if you will come to dinner with page: 271 us to‐morrow, we will show you our idea of good things to eat.” You will see, if you think it over, that this would not have been at all polite to Father.
So when the Uncle left, Father saw him to the door and let him out, and then went back to the study, looking very sad, Dora says.
As the poor Indian came down our steps he saw me there at the gate. I did not mind his being poor, and I said, “Good evening, Uncle,” just as politely as though he had been about to ascend into one of the gilded chariots of the rich and affluent, instead of having nike air max 95 to walk to the station a quarter of a mile in the mud, unless he had the money for a tram fare.
“Good evening, Uncle.” I said it again, for he stood staring at me. I don’t suppose he was used to politeness from boys—some boys are anything but—especially to the Aged Poor.
So I said, “Good evening, Uncle,” yet once again. Then he said—
“Time you were in bed, young man. Eh!—what?”
Then I saw I must speak plainly with him, man to man. So I did. I said—
“You’ve been dining with my Father, and we couldn’t help hearing you say the dinner was shocking. So we thought as you’re an page: 272 Indian, perhaps you’re very poor”—I didn’t like to tell him we had heard the dreadful truth from his own lips, so I went on, ”because of ‘Lo, the poor Indian’—you know—and you can’t get a good dinner every day. And we are very sorry if you’re poor; and won’t you come and have dinner with us to‐morrow—with us children, I mean? It’s a very, very good dinner—rabbit, and hardbake, and cocoanut—and you needn’t mind us knowing you’re poor, because we know ho nike air max 1 nourable poverty is no disgrace, and—” I could have gone on much longer, but he interrupted me to say—
”Upon my word! And what’s your name, eh?”
“Oswald Bastable,” I said; and I do hope you people who are reading this story have not guessed before that I was Oswald all the time.
“Oswald Bastable, eh? Bless my soul!” said the poor Indian. “Yes, I’ll dine with you, Mr. Oswald Bastable, with all the pleasure in life. cheap nike air max Very kind and cordial invitation, I’m sure. Good night, sir. At one o’clock, I presume?”
“Yes, at one,” I said. “Good night, sir.”
Then I went in and told the others, and we wrote a paper and put it on the boy’s dressing‐table, and it said—
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“The poor Indian is coming at one. He seemed very grateful to me for my kindness.”
We did not tell Father that the Uncle was coming to dinner with us, for the polite reason that I have explained before. But we had to tell Eliza; so we said a friend was coming to dinner and we wanted everything very nice. I think she thought it was Albert‐next‐door, but she was in a good temper that day, and she agreed to cook the rabbit and to make a pudding with currants in it. And when one o’clock came the Indian Uncle came too. I let him in and helped him off with his great‐coat, which was nike air max classic all furry inside, and took him straight to the nursery. We were to have dinner there as usual, for we had decided from the first that he would enjoy himself more if he was not made a stranger of. We agreed to treat him as one of ourselves, because if we were too polite, he might think it was our pride because he was poor.
He shook hands with us all and asked our ages, and what schools we went to, and shook his head when we said we were having a holiday just now. I felt rather uncomfortable—I always do when they talk about schools—and I couldn’t think of anything to say to show him we meant to treat him as one of ourselves. page: 274 I did ask if he played cricket. He said he had not played lately. And then no one said anything till dinner came in. We had all washed our faces and hands and brushed our hair before he came in, cheap nike air max and we all looked very nice, especially Oswald, who had had his hair cut that very morning. When Eliza had brought in the rabbit and gone out again, we looked at each other in silent despair, like in books. It seemed as if it were going to be just a dull dinner like the one the poor Indian had had the night before; only, of course, the things to eat would be nicer. Dicky kicked Oswald under the table to make him say something—and he had his new boots on, too!—but Oswald did not kick back; then the Uncle asked—
“Do you carve, sir, or shall I?”
Suddenly Alice said— ③

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