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"Oh! Now you aren't going to frighten the child into fits with your silly tales, and the master know nothing about it. If ever I catch you again," etc. A child of six was telling himself stories as he lay in bed. OH YOU AREN'T GOING TO FRIGHTEN THE CHILD INTO FITS WITH YOUR SILLY TALES AND THE MASTER KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT IF EVER I CATCH YOU AGAIN ET CETERA A CHILD OF SIX WAS TELLING HIMSELF STORIES AS HE LAY IN BED
at the top of his voice, his fists clinched and his eyes full of terror. At first no one heard, for his nursery was in the west wing, and the nurse was talking to a gardener among the laurels. Then the housekeeper passed that way, and hurried to soothe him. He was her special pet, and she disapproved of the nurse. “What was it, then? What was it, then? There’s nothing to frighten him, Georgie dear.” “It was—it was a policeman! He was on the Down—I saw him! He came in. Jane said he would.” “Policemen don’t come into houses, dearie. Turn over, and take my hand.” “I saw him—on the Down. He came here. Where is your hand, Harper?” The housekeeper waited till the sobs changed to the regular breathing of sleep before she stole out. “Jane, what nonsense have you been telling Master Georgie about policemen?” “I haven’t told him anything.” “You have. He’s been dreaming about them.” “We met Tisdall on Dowhead when we were in the donkey-cart this morning. P’r’aps that’s what put it into his head.”  WALL A CHILD OF THREE SAT UP IN HIS CRIB AND SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF HIS VOICE HIS FISTS CLENCHED AND HIS EYES FULL OF TERROR AT FIRST NO ONE HEARD FOR HIS NURSERY WAS IN THE WEST WING AND THE NURSE WAS TALKING TO THE GARDENER AMONG THE LAURELS THEN THE HOUSEKEEPER PASSED THAT WAY AND HURRIED TO SOOTHE HIM HE WAS HER SPECIAL PET AND SHE DISAPPROVED OF THE NURSE WHAT IS IT THEN WHAT IS IT THEN THERE'S NOTHING TO FRIGHTEN HIM GEORGIE DEAR IT WAS IT WAS A POLICEMAN HE WAS ON THE DOWN I SAW HIM HE CAME IN JANE SAID HE WOULD POLICEMEN DON'T COME INTO HOUSES DEARIE TURN OVER AND TAKE MY HAND I SAW HIM ON THE DOWN HE CAME HERE WHERE'S YOUR HAND HARPER THE HOUSEKEEPER WAITED TILL THE SOBS CHANGED TO THE REGULAR BREATHING OF SLEEP BEFORE SHE STOLE OUT JANE WHAT NONSENSE HAVE YOU BEEN TELLING MASTER GEORGIE ABOUT POLICEMEN IVEN'T TOLD HIM ANYTHING YOU HAVE HE'S BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THEM WE MET TISDALL ON DOWHEAD WHEN WE WERE IN THE DONKEY CART THIS MORNING P'R'APS THAT'S WHAT PUT IT INTO HIS HEAD
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