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The Twenty-first Of October
Thepea-sticksmadearareblaze,andthefire,nolongersmoulderingsullenly,leaptupandbegantoassumetheappearanceofagenuinebonfire.Harold,awedintosilenceatfirst,begantojumprounditwithshoutsoftriumph.Selinalookedongrimly,withknittedbrow;shewasnotyetfullysatisfied.“Can’tyougetanymoresticks?”shesaidpresently.“Goandhuntabout.Getsomeoldhampersandmattingandthingsoutofthetool-house.SmashupthatoldcucumberframeEdwardshovedyouinto,thedaywewereplayingscoutsandMohicans.Stopabit!Hooray!Iknow.Youcomealongwithme.”
Hardbytherewasahot-house,AuntEliza’sspecialprideandjoy,andevengrimlyapprovedofbythegardener.Atoneend,inanout-houseadjoining,thenecessaryfiringwasstored;andtothissacredfuel,ofwhichwewerestrictlyforbiddentotouchastick,Selinawentstraight.Haroldfollowedobediently,preparedforanycrimeafterthatofthepea-sticks,butpinchinghimselftoseeifhewerereallyawake.
“Youbringsomecoals,”saidSelinabriefly,withoutanypalaverorpro-and-condiscussion.“Here’sabasket.I’LLmanagethefaggots!”
Inaveryfewminutestherewaslittledoubtaboutitsbeingagenuinebonfireandnopaltrymakeshift.Selina,aMaenadnow,hatlessandtossingdisorderedlocks,allthedrossoftheyoungladypurgedoutofher,stalkedaroundthepyreofherownpurloining,orproddeditwithapea-stick.
