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"No," said Elfrida. "I wonder," he said, trying to feel his way, "what treason the ballad deals with?" NO SAID ELFRIDA I WONDER HE SAID TRYING TO FEEL HIS WAY WHAT TREASON THE BALLAD DEALS WITH
t that queer clock-stopping feeling, when he was roused from his wonderings by hearing Elfrida say-- "Please to remember The Fifth of November, The gunpowder treason and plot. I see no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot." "How odd!" he thought. "I didn't know that was so old as all this." And he remembered hearing his father, Sir Richard Arden, say, "Treason's a dangerous word to let lie on your lips these days." So he said-- "'Tis not a merry song, cousin, nor a safe one. 'Tis best not to sing of treason." "But it didn't come off, you know, and he's always burnt in the end." So already Guy Fawkes burnings went on. Dickie wondered whether there would be a bonfire to-night. It _was_ the Fifth of November. He had had to write the date two hundred times so he was fairly certain of it. He was afraid of saying too much or too little. And for the life of him he could not remember the date of the Gunpowder Plot. Still he must say something, so he said-- "Are there more verses? NE SEATS AND DICKIE WAS WONDERING WHY HE HAD FELT THAT QUEER CLOCK STOPPING FEELING WHEN HE WAS ROUSED FROM HIS WANDERINGS BY HEARING ELFRIDA SAY PLEASE TO REMEMBER THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER THE GUNPOWDER TREASON AND PLOT I SEE NO REASON WHY GUNPOWDER TREASON SHOULD EVER BE FORGOT HOW ODD HE THOUGHT I DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS SO OLD AS ALL THIS AND HE REMEMBERED HEARING HIS FATHER SIR RICHARD ARDEN SAY TREASON'S A DANGEROUS WORD TO LET LIE ON YOUR LIPS THESE DAYS SO HE SAID TIS NOT A MERRY SONG COUSIN NOR A SAFE ONE TIS BEST NOT TO SING OF TREASON BUT IT DIDN'T COME OFF YOU KNOW AND HE'S ALWAYS BURNT IN THE END SO ALREADY GUY FAWKE'S BURNINGS WENT ON DICKIE WONDERED WHETHER THERE WOULD BE A BONFIRE TO NIGHT IT WAS THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER HE HAD HAD TO WRITE THE DATE TWO HUNDRED TIMES SO HE WAS FAIRLY CERTAIN OF IT HE WAS AFRAID OF SAYING TOO MUCH OR TOO LITTLE AND FOR THE LIFE OF HIM HE COULD NOT REMEMBER THE DATE OF THE GUNPOWDER PLOT STILL HE MUST SAY SOMETHING SO HE SAID ARE THERE MORE VERSES
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