Veronica claimed that the inspiration had been hers.

"I can easily believe it. And was he anxious to steal the gunpowder and put it on the fire, or did he have to be persuaded?"

Veronica admitted that in the qualities of a first-cla.s.s hero he was wanting. Not till it had been suggested to him that he must at heart be a cowardy cowardy custard had he been moved to take a hand in the enterprise.

"A lad, clearly," I continued, "that left to himself would be a comfort to his friends. And the story of the robbers-your invention or his?"

Veronica was generously of opinion that he might have thought of it had he not been chiefly concerned at the moment with the idea of getting home to his mother. As it was, the clothing with romance of incidents otherwise bald and uninteresting had fallen upon her.

"The good child of the story. The fact stands out at every point. His one failing an amiable weakness. Do you not see it for yourself; Veronica? In the book, you, not he, would have tumbled over the mat. In this wicked world it is the wicked who prosper. He, the innocent, the virtuous, is torn into rags. You, the villain of the story, escape."

"I see," said Veronica; "then whenever nothing happens to you that means that you"re a wrong "un."

"I don"t go so far as to say that, Veronica. And I wish you wouldn"t use slang. d.i.c.k is a man, and a man-well, never mind about a man. You, Veronica, must never forget that you"re a lady. Justice must not be looked for in this world. Sometimes the wicked get what they deserve.

More often they don"t. There seems to be no rule. Follow the dictates of your conscience, Veronica, and blow-I mean be indifferent to the consequences. Sometimes you"ll come out all right, and sometimes you won"t. But the beautiful sensation will always be with you: I did right.

Things have turned out unfortunately: but that"s not my fault. n.o.body can blame me."

"But they do," said Veronica, "they blame you just as if you"d meant to go and do it."

"It does not matter, Veronica," I pointed out, "the opinion of the world.

The good man disregards it."

"But they send you to bed," persisted Veronica.

"Let them," I said. "What is bed so long as the voice of the inward Monitor consoles us with the reflection-"

"But it don"t," interrupted Veronica; "it makes you feel all the madder.

It does really."

"It oughtn"t to," I told her.

"Then why does it?" argued Veronica. "Why don"t it do what it ought to?"

The trouble about arguing with children is that they will argue too.

"Life"s a difficult problem, Veronica," I allowed. "Things are not as they ought to be, I admit it. But one must not despair. Something"s got to be done."

"It"s jolly hard on some of us," said Veronica. "Strive as you may, you can"t please everyone. And if you just as much as stand up for yourself, oh, crikey!"

"The duty of the grown-up person, Veronica," I said, "is to bring up the child in the way that it should go. It isn"t easy work, and occasionally irritability may creep in."

"There"s such a lot of "em at it," grumbled Veronica. "There are times, between "em all, when you don"t know whether you"re standing on your head or your heels."

"They mean well, Veronica," I said. "When I was a little boy I used to think just as you do. But now-"

"Did you ever get into rows?" interrupted Veronica.

"Did I ever?-was never out of them, so far as I can recollect. If it wasn"t one thing, then it was another."

"And didn"t it make you wild?" enquired Veronica, "when first of all they"d ask what you"d got to say and why you"d done it, and then, when you tried to explain things to them, wouldn"t listen to you?"

"What used to irritate me most, Veronica," I replied-"I can remember it so well-was when they talked steadily for half an hour themselves, and then, when I would attempt with one sentence to put them right about the thing, turn round and bully-rag me for being argumentative."

"If they would only listen," agreed Veronica, "you might get them to grasp things. But no, they talk and talk, till at the end they don"t know what they are talking about themselves, and then they pretend it"s your fault for having made them tired."

"I know," I said, "they always end up like that. "I am tired of talking to you," they say-as if we were not tired of listening to them!"

"And then when you think," said Veronica, "they say you oughtn"t to think. And if you don"t think, and let it out by accident, then they say "why don"t you think?" It don"t seem as though we could do right. It makes one almost despair."

"And it isn"t even as if they were always right themselves," I pointed out to her. "When they knock over a gla.s.s it is, "Who put that gla.s.s there?" You"d think that somebody had put it there on purpose and made it invisible. They are not expected to see a gla.s.s six inches in front of their nose, in the place where the gla.s.s ought to be. The way they talk you"d suppose that a gla.s.s had no business on a table. If I broke it, then it was always, "Clumsy little devil! ought to have his dinner in the nursery." If they mislay their things and can"t find them, it"s, "Who"s been interfering with my things? Who"s been in here rummaging about?" Then when they find it they want to know indignantly who put it there. If I could not find a thing, for the simple reason that somebody had taken it away and put it somewhere else, then wherever they had put it was the right place for it, and I was a little idiot for not knowing it."

"And of course you mustn"t say anything," commented Veronica. "Oh, no!

If they do something silly and you just point it out to them, then there is always a reason for it that you wouldn"t understand. Oh, yes! And if you make just the slightest mistake, like what is natural to all of us, that is because you are wicked and unfeeling and don"t want to be anything else."

"I will tell you what we will do, Veronica," I said; "we will write a book. You shall help me. And in it the children shall be the wise and good people who never make mistakes, and they shall boss the show-you know what I mean-look after the grown-up people and bring them up properly. And everything the grown-up people do, or don"t do, will be wrong."

Veronica clapped her hands. "No, will you really?" she said. "Oh, do."

"I will really," I answered. "We will call it a moral tale for parents; and all the children will buy it and give it to their fathers and mothers and such-like folk for their birthdays, with writing on the t.i.tle-page, "From Johnny, or Jenny, to dear Papa, or to dear Aunty, with every good wish for his or her improvement!""

"Do you think they will read it?" doubted Veronica.

"We will put in it something shocking," I suggested, "and get some paper to denounce it as a disgrace to English literature. And if that won"t do it we will say it is a translation from the Russian. The children shall stop at home and arrange what to have for dinner, and the grown-up people shall be sent to school. We will start them off each morning with a little satchel. They shall be made to read "Grimm"s Fairy Tales" in the original German, with notes; and learn "Old Mother Hubbard" by heart and explain the grammar."

"And go to bed early," suggested Veronica.

"We will have them all in bed by eight o"clock, Veronica, and they will go cheerfully, as if they liked it, or we will know the reason why. We will make them say their prayers. Between ourselves, Veronica, I don"t believe they always do. And no reading in bed, and no final gla.s.s of whisky toddy, or any nonsense of that sort. An Abernethy biscuit and perhaps if they are good a jujube, and then "Good night," and down with their head on the pillow. And no calling out, and no pretending they have got a pain in their tummy and creeping downstairs in their night-shirts and clamouring for brandy. We will be up to all their tricks."

"And they"ll have to take their medicine," Veronica remembered.

"The slightest suggestion of sulkiness, the first intimation that they are not enjoying themselves, will mean cod liver oil in a tablespoon, Veronica."

"And we will ask them why they never use their commonsense," chirped Veronica.

"That will be our trouble, Veronica; that they won"t have any sense of any sort-not what we shall deem sense. But, nevertheless, we will be just. We will always give them a reason why they have got to do everything they don"t want to do, and nothing that they want to do. They won"t understand it and they won"t agree that it is a reason; but they will keep that to themselves, if they are wise."

"And of course they must not argue," Veronica insisted.

"If they answer back, Veronica, that will show they are cursed with an argumentative temperament which must be rooted out at any cost," I agreed; "and if they don"t say anything, that will prove them possessed of a surly disposition which must be checked at once, before it develops into a vice."

"And whatever we do to them we will tell them it"s for their own good,"

Veronica chortled.

"Of course it will be for their own good," I answered. "That will be our chief pleasure-making them good and happy. It won"t be their pleasure, but that will be owing to their ignorance."

"They will be grateful to us later on," gurgled Veronica.

"With that a.s.surance we will comfort them from time to time," I answered.

"We will be good to them in all ways. We will let them play games-not stupid games, golf and croquet, that do you no good and lead only to language and dispute-but bears and wolves and whales; educational sort of games that will aid them in acquiring knowledge of natural history. We will show them how to play Pirates and Red Indians and Ogres-sensible play that will help them to develop their imaginative faculties. That is why grown-up people are so dull; they are never made to think. But now and then," I continued, "we will let them play their own games, say on Wednesday and Sat.u.r.day afternoons. We will invite other grown-ups to come to tea with them, and let them flirt in the garden, or if wet make love in the dining-room, till nurse comes for them. But we, of course, must choose their friends for them-nice, well-behaved ladies and gentlemen, the parents of respectable children; because left to themselves-well, you know what they are! They would just as likely fall in love with quite undesirable people-men and women we could not think of having about the house. We will select for them companions we feel sure will be the most suitable for them; and if they don"t like them-if Uncle William says he can"t bear the girl we have invited up to love him-that he positively hates her, we till tell him that it is only his wilful temper, and that he"s got to like her because she"s good for him; and don"t let us have any of his fretfulness. And if Grandmamma pouts and says she won"t love old man Jones merely because he"s got a red nose, or a gla.s.s eye, or some silly reason of that sort, we will say to her: "All right, my lady, you will play with Mr. Jones and be nice to him, or you will spend the afternoon putting your room tidy; make up your mind." We will let them marry (on Wednesday and Sat.u.r.day afternoons), and play at keeping house. And if they quarrel we will shake them and take the babies away from them, and lock them up in drawers, and tell them they sha"n"t have them again till they are good."