The Giver. Lois Lowry

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       Chapter Three

      ‘Oh, look!’ Lily squealed in delight. ‘Isn’t he cute? Look how tiny he is! And he has funny eyes like yours, Jonas!’

      Jonas glared at her. He didn’t like it that she had mentioned his eyes. He waited for his father to chastise Lily. But Father was busy unstrapping the carrying basket from the back of his bicycle. Jonas walked over to look.

      It was the first thing Jonas noticed as he looked at the newchild peering up curiously from the basket. The pale eyes.

      Almost every citizen in the community had dark eyes. His parents did, and Lily did, and so did all of his group members and friends. But there were a few exceptions: Jonas himself, and a female Five whom he had noticed had the different, lighter eyes. No one mentioned such things; it was not a rule, but was considered rude to call attention to things that were unsettling or different about individuals. Lily, he decided, would have to learn that soon, or she would be called in for chastisement because of her insensitive chatter.

      Father put his bike into its port. Then he picked up the basket and carried it into the house. Lily followed behind, but she glanced back over her shoulder at Jonas and teased, ‘Maybe he had the same Birthmother as you.’

      Jonas shrugged. He followed them inside. But he had been startled by the newchild’s eyes. Mirrors were rare in the community; they weren’t forbidden, but there was no real need of them, and Jonas had simply never bothered to look at himself very often even when he found himself in a location where a mirror existed. Now, seeing the newchild and its expression, he was reminded that the light eyes were not only a rarity but gave the one who had them a certain look – what was it? Depth, he decided; as if one were looking into the clear water of the river, down to the bottom, where things might lurk which hadn’t been discovered yet. He felt self-conscious, realising that he, too, had that look.

      He went to his desk, pretending not to be interested in the newchild. On the other side of the room, Mother and Lily were bending over to watch as Father unwrapped its blanket.

      ‘What’s his comfort object called?’ Lily asked, picking up the stuffed creature which had been placed beside the newchild in his basket.

      Father glanced at it. ‘Hippo,’ he said.

      Lily giggled at the strange word. ‘Hippo,’ she repeated, and put the comfort object down again. She peered at the unwrapped newchild, who waved his arms.

      ‘I think newchildren are so cute,’ Lily sighed. ‘I hope I get assigned to be a Birthmother.’

      ‘Lily!’ Mother spoke very sharply. ‘Don’t say that. There’s very little honour in that Assignment.’

      ‘But I was talking to Natasha. You know the Ten who lives around the corner? She does some of her volunteer hours at the Birthing Centre. And she told me that the Birthmothers get wonderful food, and they have very gentle exercise periods, and most of the time they just play games and amuse themselves while they’re waiting. I think I’d like that,’ Lily said petulantly.

      ‘Three years,’ Mother told her firmly. ‘Three births, and that’s all. After that they are Labourers for the rest of their adult lives, until the day that they enter the House of the Old. Is that what you want, Lily? Three lazy years, and then hard physical labour until you are old?’

      ‘Well, no, I guess not,’ Lily acknowledged reluctantly.

      Father turned the newchild on to his tummy in the basket. He sat beside it and rubbed its small back with a rhythmic motion. ‘Anyway, Lily-billy,’ he said affectionately, ‘the Birthmothers never even get to see newchildren. If you enjoy the little ones so much, you should hope for an Assignment as Nurturer.’

      ‘When you’re an Eight and start your volunteer hours, you can try some at the Nurturing Centre,’ Mother suggested.

      ‘Yes, I think I will,’ Lily said. She knelt beside the basket. ‘What did you say his name is? Gabriel? Hello, Gabriel,’ she said in a singsong voice. Then she giggled. ‘Ooops,’ she whispered. ‘I think he’s asleep. I guess I’d better be quiet.’

      Jonas turned to the school assignments on his desk. Some chance of that, he thought. Lily was never quiet. Probably she should hope for an Assignment as Speaker, so that she could sit in the office with the microphone all day, making announcements. He laughed silently to himself, picturing his sister droning on in the self-important voice that all the Speakers seemed to develop, saying things like: ATTENTION. THIS IS A REMINDER TO FEMALES UNDER NINE THAT HAIR RIBBONS ARE TO BE NEATLY TIED AT ALL TIMES.

      He turned towards Lily and noticed to his satisfaction that her ribbons were, as usual, undone and dangling. There would be an announcement like that quite soon, he felt certain, and it would be directed mainly at Lily, though her name, of course, would not be mentioned. Everyone would know.

      Everyone had known, he remembered with humiliation, that the announcement: ATTENTION. THIS IS A REMINDER TO MALE ELEVENS THAT OBJECTS ARE NOT TO BE REMOVED FROM THE RECREATION AREA AND THAT SNACKS ARE TO BE EATEN, NOT HOARDED had been specifically directed at him, the day last month that he had taken an apple home. No one had mentioned it, not even his parents, because the public announcement had been sufficient to produce the appropriate remorse. He had, of course, disposed of the apple and made his apology to the Recreation Director the next morning, before school.