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The Grand Tour Of The Gardens
Therewerealwaystwonurseswithher,orelseonemotherandonenurse,andforalongtimeshewasapattern-childwhoalwayscoughedoffthetableandsaid,’Howdoyoudo?’totheotherFigs,andtheonlygamesheplayedatwasflingingaballgracefullyandlettingthenursebringitbacktoher.Thenonedayshetiredofitallandwentmad-dog,and,first,toshowthatshereallywasmad-dog,sheunloosenedbothherboot-lacesandputouthertongueeast,west,north,andsouth.Shethenflunghersashintoapuddleanddancedonittilldirtywaterwassquirtedoverherfrock,afterwhichsheclimbedthefenceandhadaseriesofincredibleadventures,oneoftheleastofwhichwasthatshekickedoffbothherboots.Atlastshecametothegatethatisnowcalledafterher,outofwhichsheranintostreetsDavidandIhaveneverbeeninthoughwehaveheardthemroaring,andstillsheranonandwouldneveragainhavebeenheardofhadnothermotherjumpedintoa’busandthusovertakenher.Itallhappened,Ishouldsay,longago,andthisisnottheMabelGreywhomDavidknows.
ReturninguptheBroadWalkwehaveonourrighttheBabyWalk,whichissofullofperambulatorsthatyoucouldcrossfromsidetosidesteppingonbabies,butthenurseswon’tletyoudoit.FromthiswalkapassagecalledBunting’sThumb,becauseitisthatlength,leadsintoPicnicStreet,wheretherearerealkettles,andchestnut-blossomfallsintoyourmugasyouaredrinking.Quitecommonchildrenpicnicherealso,andtheblossomfallsintotheirmugsjustthesame.
NextcomesSt.Govor’sWell,whichwasfullofwaterwhenMalcolmtheBoldfellintoit.Hewashismother’sfavourite,andheletherputherarmroundhisneckinpublicbecauseshewasawidow;buthewasalsopartialtoadventures,andlikedtoplaywithachimney-sweepwhohadkilledagoodmanybears.
