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"The King hadn't been fair to the Catholics, you know," said Elfrida, who evidently knew all about the matter, "so a lot of them decided to kill him and the Houses of Parliament. They made a plot  there were a whole lot of them in it." The clock stopping feeling came on again. THE KING HADN'T BEEN FAIR TO THE CATHOLICS YOU KNOW SAID ELFRIDA WHO EVIDENTLY KNEW ALL ABOUT THE MATTER SO A LOT OF THEM DECIDED TO KILL HIM AND THE HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT THEY MADE A PLOT THERE WERE A WHOLE LOT OF THEM IN IT THE CLOCK STOPPING FEELING CAME ON AGAIN
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?" "No," said Elfrida. "I wonder," he said, trying to feel his way, "what treason the ballad deals with?" He felt it had been the wrong thing to say, when Elfrida answered in surprised tones-- "Don't you know? _I_ know. And I know some of the names of the conspirators and who they wanted to kill and everything." "Tell me" seemed the wisest thing to say, and he said it as carelessly as he could. ING 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 NO SAID ELFRIDA I WONDER HE SAID TRYING TO FEEL HIS WAY WHAT TREASON THE BALLAD DEALS WITH HE FELT IT HAD BEEN THE WRONG THING TO SAY WHEN ELFRIDA ANSWERED IN SURPRISED TONES DON'T YOU KNOW I KNOW AND I KNOW THE NAMES OF THE CONSPIRATORS AND WHO THEY WANTED TO KILL AND EVERYTHING TELL ME SEEMED THE WISEST THING TO SAY AND HE SAID IT AS CARELESSLY AS HE COULD
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