Once a Week. A. A. Milne

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СКАЧАТЬ trifle hard on the Admiralty," said Archie. "It loses both Thomas and Peter at one gulp. My country, what of thee?"

      However, when Thomas had peeled the peach, I cleverly solved the difficulty by taking it on to my plate while he was looking round for the sugar.

      "No, no sugar, thanks," I said, and waved it away.

      With the coffee and cigars Simpson unfolded his scheme of education for Peter.

      "In the first place," he said, "it is important that even as a child he should always be addressed in rational English and not in that ridiculous baby-talk so common with young mothers."

      "Oh dear," said Dahlia.

      "My good Samuel," I broke in, "this comes well from you. Why, only yesterday I heard you talking to him. I think you called him his nunkey's ickle petsy wetsy lambkin."

      "You misunderstood me," said Simpson quickly. "I was talking to you."

      "Oh!" I said, rather taken aback. "Well—well, I'm not." I lit a cigar. "And I shall be annoyed if you call me so again."

      "At the age of four," Simpson went on, "he shall receive his first lesson in cricket. Thomas will bowl to him——"

      "I suppose that means that Thomas will have to be asked down here again," said Archie. "Bother! Still, it's not for four years."

      "Thomas will bowl to him, Archie will keep wicket, and I shall field."

      "And where do I come in?" I asked.

      "You come in after Peter. Unless you would rather have your lesson first."

      "That's the second time I've been sat on," I said to Myra, "Why is Simpson so unkind to me to-night?"

      "I suppose he's jealous because you're staying on another week."

      "Probably; still, I don't like it. Could you turn your back on him, do you think, to indicate our heavy displeasure?"

      Myra moved her chair round and rested her elbow on the table.

      "Go on, Samuel," said Dahlia. "You're lovely to-night. I suppose these are Thomas's ideas as well as your own?"

      "His signature is duly appended to them."

      "I didn't read 'em all," said Thomas.

      "That's very rash of you," said Archie. "You don't know what you mightn't let yourself in for. You may have promised to pay the child threepence a week pocket-money."

      "No, there's nothing like that," said Simpson, to Archie's evident disappointment. "Well, then, at the age of ten he goes to a preparatory school."

      "Has he learnt to read yet?" asked Dahlia. "I didn't hear anything about it."

      "He can read at six. I forgot to say that I am giving him a book which I shall expect him to read aloud to Thomas and me on his sixth birthday."

      "Thomas has got another invitation," said Archie. "Dash it!"

      "At fourteen he goes to a public school. The final decision as to which public school he goes to will be left to you, but, of course, we shall expect to be consulted on the subject."

      "I'll write and tell you what we decide on," said Archie hastily; "there'll be no need for you to come down and be told aloud."

      "So far we have not arranged anything for him beyond the age of fourteen. I now propose to read out a few general rules about his upbringing which we must insist on being observed."

      "The great question whether Simpson is kicked out of the house to-night, or leaves unobtrusively by the milk train to-morrow morning, is about to be settled," I murmured.

      "'Rule One.—He must be brought up to be ambidextrous.' It will be very useful," explained Simpson, "when he fields cover for England."

      "Or when he wants to shake hands with two people at once," said Archie.

      "'Rule Two.—He must be taught from the first to speak French and German fluently.' He'll thank you for that later on when he goes abroad."

      "Or when he goes to the National Liberal Club," said Archie.

      "'Rule Three.—He should be surrounded as far as possible with beautiful things.' Beautiful toys, beautiful wall-paper, beautiful scenery——"

      "Beautiful godfathers?" I asked doubtfully.

      Simpson ignored me and went on hurriedly with the rest of his rules.

      "Well," said Archie, at the end of them, "they're all fairly futile, but if you like to write them out neatly and frame them in gold I don't mind hanging them up in the bathroom. Has anybody else got anything fatuous to say before the ladies leave us?"

      I filled my glass.

      "I've really got a lot to say," I began, "because I consider that I've been rather left out of things. If you come to think of it, I'm the only person here who isn't anything important, all the rest of you being godfathers, or godmothers, or mothers, or fathers, or something. However, I won't dwell on that now. But there's one thing I must say, and here it is." I raised my glass. "Peter Blair Mannering, and may he grow up to be a better man than any of us!"

      Upstairs, in happy innocence of the tremendous task in front of him, the child slept. Poor baby!

      We drank solemnly, but without much hope.

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I.—AN INTRODUCTION

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      "I had better say at once," I announced as I turned over the wine list, "that I have come out here to enjoy myself, and enjoy myself I shall. Myra, what shall we drink?"

      "You had three weeks' honeymoon in October," complained Thomas, "and you're taking another three weeks now. Don't you ever do any work?"

      Myra and I smiled at each other. Coming from Thomas, who spends his busy day leaning up against the wireless installation at the Admiralty, the remark amused us.

      "We'll have champagne," said Myra, "because it's our opening night. Archie, after you with the head-waiter."

      It was due to Dahlia, really, that the Rabbits were hibernating at the Hôtel des Angéliques, Switzerland (central-heated throughout); for she had been ordered abroad, after an illness, to pull herself together a little, and her doctor had СКАЧАТЬ