第50章 THE ADVENTURE OF THE LINE OF POETRY(1)

ON the next morning, which was Sunday, Jack hurried through his dressing and washing at a great pace and instantly disappeared.The others were just beginning breakfast when he came rushing up in a state of wild excitement, calling, "Kink! Kink!""What is it?" said that leisurely man.

"It's a rabbit!" cried Jack."I've caught it, and I don't know how to kill it.""Oh, Jack," said Mary, running up, "don't kill it! Why should it be killed?""For supper, of course," said Jack."Come on, Kink! Quick, or it will get away!"They all left their breakfast and followed Jack, and when they came up to him he was kneeling over a kicking object.

"Oh, Kink," he said, "do hold it and kill it! How do you do it? The gipsy boy didn't show me properly.""The gipsy boy?" said Mary.

"Yes, he gave me a wire.See, it's round its neck.That's how I caught him.

Do kill him, Kink!"

"Please don't do anything of the kind," said Janet."We don't want to eat rabbits we catch like that.""No," said Hester, "please don't kill it.Please let it go.""What mollycoddles you are!" said Jack.How do you suppose rabbits are killed, anyway? You eat them all right when they're cooked.""I couldn't eat a rabbit that I had seen struggling alive," said Janet.

"No," said Mary."Oh, Jack, please let him go! You've caught him, and that's the great thing; and now be merciful."Kink still held the struggling creature.

"I vote he's let loose again," said Robert."I don't want any of him.""No, and I'm sure I don't," said Gregory; "but wouldn't it be fun to keep him in a hutch?""Wild rabbits are no good in hutches," said Kink.

Jack was very sullen."It's awful rot," he said."You all ought to be vegetarians if you talk like that.But we'll let him go," and he loosened the wire and the rabbit dashed away.

"A nice return to the gipsy for his kindness," Jack muttered.

Kink watched the rabbit till it was out of sight."Whose rabbit do you suppose that was?" he asked.

"Mine," said Jack.

"What about the farmer?" said Kink.

"A nice return for a night's lodging-- poaching his rabbits.""Poaching!" cried Horace."Is that poaching? Is Jack a poacher? Oh, how splendid! Jack's a poacher! Jack's a poacher! I wish I was.""I'd never thought of it as poaching," said Jack, who was not a little proud of his new character.

"When did you set the wire?" Horace asked him.

"Late last night," said Jack."After you had turned in.""Wasn't it pitch dark?" Horace asked.

"There was a moon," said Jack, feeling twice his ordinary size.

"But what did you do?" Horace asked.

"Well," said Jack, "I had noticed some rabbits in that field on our way back from Cirencester, so I just crept off in the dark and found a hole, and took a strong stick and drove that into the ground, and then fixed the wire to it with the noose open, like this, so that the rabbit would run right into it when it came out.And it did! Poaching's frightfully ******.""Yes," said Horace, "but it wants courage.""Oh, yes," said Jack lightly."Of course one mustn't be a fool or a coward."It was arranged that Janet and Jack and Robert and Hester should go to church, and Mary and the others stay behind to cook.The boys walked, but Janet and Hester were driven in by the farmer in his chaise.Janet had a rather uncomfortable moment at the beginning of the sermon, for the text was taken from Matthew xxii, where the piece of money is produced, and the question asked, "Whose is this image and superscription?" Of course they all thought simultaneously of the old Irishwoman, and gave Janet a quick glance.She was very glad that Kink (who was a Dissenter) was not with them to fix his old laughing eye upon her.

Mary had worked very hard over the Sunday dinner, and a great surprise was waiting for the four church-goers--nothing less than a beefsteak pudding with the most perfect soft crust and heaps of juice; and afterwards pancakes.The farmer's wife sent down some strawberries and cream, so that it was a real feast.The only one of them that was not hungry was Mary, who was too hot and tired of cooking to be able to eat much.

In spite of this huge and momentous dinner, all the children went out on Sunday afternoon to explore the neighbourhood, except Hester, who said she had something very important to do and begged to be allowed to remain alone in the Slowcoach.Kink said that he would stay there, too.

On the other side of Cirencester is a very beautiful park, with a broad avenue through it from the gates right in the town itself.The farmer's wife had told them of its attractions, and also of a ruined house known as Alfred's Hall, and a point called the Seven Ways where seven green avenues met, and a canal that ran through a tunnel, and, all within the possibilities of good walkers, the source of the Thames itself."And," said she, "after you have seen that--the tiny spring which makes that wonderful river that runs right through London--oh, I've been to London in my time!--you can come back to Cirencester by the Fosse Way--the Roman road to Bath."They could not, of course, see all these things, but they went to the ruined house, which was very romantic and exactly the place for Hester had she only been with them; and they roamed about the park, which was very vast and wonderful.

They had a little adventure, too, for as they were walking along, on the way back--coming back, of course, by a different way, for Robert could not bear the thought of not doing so--Mary chanced to say, with reference to the plans for the future which Robert was describing:

"To-morrow to fresh fields and pastures new,"that being her idea of the last line of Milton's "Lycidas," which they had all learned quite recently.

"Not 'fresh fields,'" Janet corrected, "'fresh woods.'""'Fields,'" said Mary.

"'Woods,'" said Janet.

"I'm sure it's 'fields,'" said Mary.

"But it's silly," said Janet, "to say 'fresh fields and pastures new,'