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The Shadow
Ohdearno!Iamonlythebreadwinner,whyshouldIbecoddled,why,why,why!’
’George,’Mrs.Darlingentreatedhim,’notsoloud;theservantswillhearyou.’SomehowtheyhadgotintothewayofcallingLizatheservants.
’Letthem,’heansweredrecklessly.’Bringinthewholeworld.ButIrefusetoallowthatdogtolorditinmynurseryforanhourlonger.’
Thechildrenwept,andNanarantohimbeseechingly,buthewavedherback.Hefelthewasastrongmanagain.’Invain,invain,’hecried;’theproperplaceforyouistheyard,andthereyougotobetiedupthisinstant.’
’George,George,’Mrs.Darlingwhispered,’rememberwhatItoldyouaboutthatboy.’
Alas,hewouldnotlisten.Hewasdeterminedtoshowwhowasmasterinthathouse,andwhencommandswouldnotdrawNanafromthekennel,heluredheroutofitwithhoneyedwords,andseizingherroughly,draggedherfromthenursery.Hewasashamedofhimself,andyethedidit.Itwasallowingtohistooaffectionatenature,whichcravedforadmiration.Whenhehadtiedherupintheback-yard,thewretchedfatherwentandsatinthepassage,withhisknucklestohiseyes.
InthemeantimeMrs.Darlinghadputthechildrentobedinunwontedsilenceandlittheirnight-lights.TheycouldhearNanabarking,andJohnwhimpered,’Itisbecauseheischainingherupintheyard,’butWendywaswiser.
’ThatisnotNana’sunhappybark,’shesaid,littleguessingwhatwasabouttohappen;’thatisherbarkwhenshesmellsdanger.’
Danger!
’Areyousure,Wendy?’
’Ohyes.’
Mrs.
