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Its Walls Were As Of Jasper
She,too,hadwalkedupthatroadandflattenedhernoseagainstthatportcullis;andshepointedoutsomethingthatIhadoverlooked—towit,thatifyourowedoffinaboattothecurlyship,andgotholdofarope,andclamberedaboardofher,andswarmedupthemast,andgotintothecrow’s-nest,youcouldjustseeovertheheadland,andtakeinatyoureasethelifeandbustleoftheport.Sheproceededtodescribeallthefunthatwasgoingonthere,atsuchlengthandwithsomuchparticularitythatIlookedathersuspiciously.“Why,youtalkasifyou’dbeeninthatcrow’s-nestyourself!”Isaid.Charlotteanswerednothing,butpursedhermouthupandnoddedviolentlyforsomeminutes;andIcouldgetnothingmoreoutofher.Ifeltratherhurt.Evidentlyshehadmanaged,somehoworother,togetupintothatcrow’s-nest.Charlottehadgotaheadofmeonthisoccasion.
Itwasnecessary,nodoubt,thatgrown-uppeopleshoulddressthemselvesupandgoforthtopaycalls.Idon’tmeanthatwesawanysenseinthepractice.Itwouldhavebeensomuchmorereasonabletostayathomeinyouroldclothesandplay.Butwerecognizedthatthesefolkhadtodomanyunaccountablethings,andafterallitwasTHEIRlife,andnotours,andwewerenotinapositiontocriticise.Besides,theyhadmanyhabitsmoreobjectionablethanthisone,whichtousgenerallymeantafreeanduntrammelledafternoon,whereintoplaythedevilinourownway.
