"I found that Monday was always a noisy day in school," I said; "the bairns were always unsettled."
"I don't find that," he said; "Friday is their worst day. I don't understand that."
"Friday was my free day," I said.
"What do you mean by free day?"
"Every bairn did what it liked."
"Good Lord!" exclaimed Macdonald.
"That's nothing," I laughed, "why, I gave them a free week once."
"What was your idea. Laziness?"
"Laziness! My dear boy, I never put in such a hard week in my life. A boy would come out and ask for a certain kind of sum, then a girl would bring out a writing book and ask for a setting; by the time I had attended to these, a dozen were waiting."
"Did they all work?"
"They were all active. Dickie Gibson spent the week in sketching1; Geordie Steel read five penny dreadfuls; Janet Brown played at anagrams; Annie Miller2 read The Weekly Welcome; Ellen Smith worked arithmetic all week and Jock Miller wrote a novel. Jock spent half his dinner-hour writing."
"That's what a school should be," I added.
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"Ah! So you think that reading penny dreadfuls is education?"
"Everything you do is education."
"So you say, but I want to know the exact educational value of penny dreadfuls. My idea is that they do boys harm."
"That's what the magistrates3 say, Macdonald. They trace all juvenile4 crime to penny dreadfuls and the cinema. The British have a passion for scapegoats6. We have war with Germany. 'Who did this?' demand the public indignantly. 'Who's going to be whopped for this?' They look round and Haldane's rotund figure catches their eye. Haldane becomes the scapegoat5. So with poor Birrell when the Sinn Fein rebellion occurred. So the magistrates fasten on the poor penny dreadful and the picture-film. Obviously they do so because they are too stupid to think out the problem of crime. Picture-houses have about as much to do with crime as Birrell had to do with the dissatisfaction in Ireland."
"Come, come," said Macdonald impatiently, "keep to the point: what educational value has the penny dreadful?"
"The educational value that any reading matter has. It doesn't give you many ideas, but you can say the same thing about Barrie's novels or Kipling's. It gives a boy a vocabulary and it exercises his imagination."
"Wouldn't he be better reading good literature? Dickens for instance?"
"I don't see it," I said; "he isn't ripe enough[Pg 203] to understand Dickens's humour, and for a boy I should say Dickens is bad. His style is grandiose7 and stilted8, his periphrasis is the most delightful9 in the world to an educated person, but it is bad for a child. About half of David Copperfield is circumlocution10, but a boy should learn to speak and write boldly. The penny dreadful goes straight to the point. 'Harold looked straight into the blue barrel of a Colt automatic.' Translate that into Dickensese (an ugly word to coin, I admit) and you have something like this:—'Harold contemplated11 with extreme apprehension12 the circular muzzle13 of a Cerulean blue automatic pistol of the kind specifically manufactured by the celebrated14 world-famous American firm of Colt.'"
"Poor Dickens," laughed Macdonald.
"But you see my point?" I persisted. "Circumlocution is a Victorian nuisance. Any man who has anything to say says it simply and without trappings. And, mind you, Macdonald, people who use circumlocution in style use it in thought. The average man loves flowery literature, and he loves flowery thoughts. The contest between the plain style and the aureate style is really the old contest between realism and romance. The romantic way to look at crime is to fix your attention on drink and penny dreadfuls and cinema shows; the realistic way is to look bravely at the economic division of wealth that causes poverty and disease, the father and mother of crime."
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"You're away from the point again," said Macdonald with a smile. "How do you defend Janet Brown's week of anagrams?"
"It doesn't need any defence; it was Janet's fancy to play herself and I fail to see that she was wasting time. You really never waste time unless you are under coercion15."
"Another rotten paradox," he laughed, "go on!"
"When I allow convention to force me to play cards I feel that I am wasting time, for I hate the blamed things. But if I spend a day pottering with the wheels of an old clock I am not wasting time: I am extremely interested all the time."
"No, no! It won't do! Janet was wasting time, and you know it, in spite of your arguing!"
"I'll tell you what's wrong with you and all your fellow educationists, Macdonald," I said. "You've got utilitarian16 commercial minds. You worship work and duty, and you have your eyes on monetary17 success all the time. You look upon bairns as a foreman mechanic looks upon workmen, and your idea of wasted time is the same as his. If I were Bruce, the linen18 merchant, I should certainly accuse a girl of wasting time if I caught her reading a novelette during working hours. Bruce has one definite aim—production of linen. He knows exactly what he wants to produce. You don't, and I don't. We don't know what effect puzzling out anagrams will have on[Pg 205] Janet's mentality19. We have no right to accuse her of wasting time."
"Don't tell me," he cried; "there is a difference between work and play. Janet has no more right to play during school hours than a mill-girl has to read novelettes during working hours."
"The mill-girl is a wage-slave, and I don't think that dominies should apply the ethics20 of wage-slavery to education. Her master, Bruce, goes golfing and fishing on working days, only, he is economically free, and he can do what he likes. And I don't suppose you will contend that tending a loom21 is the goal of humanity. If you want to make Janet an efficient mill-girl by all means coerce22 her to work in school. But, Macdonald, I have argued a score of times that education should not aim at turning out wage-slaves. If Janet is to be a mill-girl all your history and grammar won't make her tend a loom any better; so far as the loom is concerned the composing of anagrams will help her quite as much as grammar will."
When Macdonald had gone I made up my mind that I wouldn't argue about education with him again. I'll bring out my pack of cards when he next visits me.
* * *
I have had a sharp attack of influenza23, and have been in bed for a week. When my temperature fell I commenced to read a book on political philosophy, but I had to give it[Pg 206] up. I asked Margaret to borrow a few novels from Macdonald's school library, and I found content. I read The Forest Lovers, King Solomon's Mines, and one of Guy Boothby's Dr. Nikola stories, and was entranced.
When you are ill you become primitive24; the emotional part of you is uppermost, and you weep over mawkish25 drivel that you would laugh at when you are well. Any snivelling parson could have persuaded me to believe that I was a sinner, had he come to my bed-side three days ago.
Luckily no snivelling parson came, but the girls came every night.
"Aw hope ye dinna dee," said Annie.
"Ye wud need an awfu' lang coffin26," said Janet as she measured me with her eye.
"You've got a cheerful sort of bed-side manner, Jan," I said.
"Wud ye hae an oak coffin?" she asked.
"Couldn't afford it, Jan. You see I'm saving up for my marriage."
"But if ye need a coffin ye'll no need a wife."
"The wedding-cake will do for the funeral feast," I said hopefully. "I've ordered it."
Janet laughed.
"Eh! It wud be awfu' funny to eat weddin' cake at a burial!" she cried. "Wud'n it?"
"I don't think I would be in a position to appreciate the fun of the thing, Janet."
"Maggie wudna see muckle fun in it either," said Gladys.
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"Wud Jim Jackson be yer chief mourner?" asked Ellen.
"Possibly," I said, "but don't mention the fact to him. He'll become unsettled. He's an ambitious youth, Jim, and his position as best man at my marriage will merely make him long for other worlds to conquer."
"Ye wud hae a big funeral," said Janet thoughtfully.
"We wud get a holiday that day," she added brightly.
"Ah!" I said, "that settles it, Jan. Leave me to die in peace. Let me see—this is Tuesday; if I die now that will mean Saturday for the funeral. That's no good. What do you say to my putting off the evil day till Friday? That will mean a holiday on Tuesday."
"But ye canna dee when ye want to!" she laughed.
"I can easily borrow some of Mrs. Thomson's rat poison."
"Syne27 ye wud be committin' sooicide," cried Annie, "and they wud bury ye at nicht, and we wudna get oor holiday."
"Ah! Annie! You've raised a difficulty. I hear Jim whistling outside. Bring him in and we'll see if he can solve the problem."
They brought Jim to my bedside. I explained the difficulty, and Jim scratched his head.
"If ye was murdered they wudna bury ye at nicht," he said after some deliberation.
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"A brilliant idea, Jim, but who is to murder me?"
"Joe Simpson wud dae it ... quick," he answered. "He has a notion o' Maggie."
"Aw wud get another holiday," he added, "when Joe was tried. Aw wud be a witness."
"So wud Aw," said Annie.
"And me too," said Janet.
"Ye wudna," said Jim with scorn, "lassies canna swear, and ye have to put yer hand on the Bible and swear when ye are a witness."
"We'll have to give up the murder idea," I said firmly: "it's unfair; I can't have Jim getting two holidays while the girls get only one."
"We micht get another holiday when Joe was buried," suggested Ellen.
"No," said Jim, "they bury a hanged man in the jile."
"Ye'll just need to get better again," said Janet.
"You'll lose your holiday in that case, Jan."
She put her arm round my neck.
"Aw was just funnin'," she said kindly28, "Aw dinna want ye to dee. Aw wud greet."
"You would forget me in a week, Jan."
"Na Aw wudna," she protested. "Aw wud put flowers on yer grave ilka Sabbath, and Aw wud cut oot the verse o' pottery29 in the paper. Aw cut oot the verse aboot my auntie Liz."
"What was it?"
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"Aw dinna mind, but it was something like this:—
"We think, when we look at yer vacant chair,
Of yer dear old face and yer grey hair,
But ye are away to the land of above
Where ye'll never more have care."
"Very nice, Jan. Now you'll better set about composing a verse for me."
"A' richt," she laughed, "we'll mak a line each, and here's the first one:—
"'He was goin' to be marrit, but he dee'd afore his time
"You mak the next line, Annie."
"'And Jim Jackson ate so muckle at the funeral that he got a sair wime.'"
"Nane o' yer lip," growled30 Jim.
"Come on, Gladys," I said, "third line."
"'He dee'd o' effielinza, and he'll no hae ony mair pain."
"Last line, Ellen!"
"'But in the Better Land we'll maybe meet him again.'"
"There shud be something aboot 'gone but not forgotten,'" said Jim. "When auld31 Rab Smith dee'd his wife had 'gone but not forgotten' in the papers ... and the corp wasna oot o' the hoose."
"Aw've got a new frock," said Janet, and the conversation took a cheerier direction.
On the following evening Margaret came in when they were with me.
"Come on!" cried Janet, "we'll mak Maggie kiss him!" and they seized her.
"No," I said, "influenza is catching32, and I don't want Margaret to be ill."
"Eh!" cried Annie, "d'ye think we believe[Pg 210] that? Aw believe she's kissed ye a hunder times since ye was badly."
"Not a hundred, Annie," I said; "the truth is that she kissed me once; I had just taken my dose of Gregory's Mixture, and she vowed33 that she would never kiss me again."
"Aw wud chuck him up if Aw was you, Maggie," said Jean, "he tells far ower many lees."
"Should I?" laughed Margaret.
"Aye," cried Jean with delight, "gie him back his ring!"
Margaret drew off her ring and handed it to me, and the girls clapped their hands gleefully.
"Very good," I said resignedly, "you girls will better cancel the orders for wedding frocks. And, Jean, just look in and tell Jim Jackson not to buy a new dickie, will you?"
The girls looked at each other doubtfully.
"Ye're just funnin'," said Jean with a forced laugh.
"Funning? My dear Jean, when a girl hands back the engagement ring, do you mean to tell me she is funning?"
Children live in two lands—the land of reality and the land of make-believe. A serious look will make them jump from the one to the other. They looked at my serious face and believed that Margaret had really given me up. Then they glanced at Margaret; she laughed, and their clouded faces cleared. I knew that they would try to make me[Pg 211] believe that they still considered I was in earnest.
"Aw'll cry in and tell Jim aboot the dickie," said Jean.
"It's a pity ye ordered the weddin' cake," said Annie.
"Ye can gie it to the Mester to christen his bairn," suggested Janet.
"It'll be ower big," said Gladys.
"Aweel," retorted Janet, "he can gie the half o't to the Mester, and maybe the other half will do for Peter Mitchell's funeral."
"What!" I cried, "is Peter dead?"
"No exactly," said Janet hopefully, "but he's badly wi' the chronic34, and he'll maybe dee."
"That settles the question of the cake," I said, "but you have still to settle the question of Margaret."
"She can marry Joe Simpson," suggested Ellen.
"Aye," said Jean, "and she'll hae to work oot, and feed the three black swine. She wud be better to tak Dave Young, for he has only twa swine to feed."
"Be an auld maid, Maggie," said Janet, "and keep a cat. A man's just a fair scutter onywve ... especially a delicate man that taks effielinza and lies in his bed. Ye'll be far better as an auld maid, Maggie. Ye'll no hae ony bairns, but bairns is just a nuisance."
"I'll be an old maid then," said Margaret.
"Now you've disposed of the cake and[Pg 212] the lady," I said, "what is to become of me?"
"You!" said Janet. "You can be an auld bachelor and live next door to Maggie, and she'll send a laddie ower wi' a bowl o' soup when she has soup to her dinner."
"Aye," said Gladys, "and she'll wash yer sarks and mend yer socks for you."
"Sounds as if I am to have all the joys of matrimony without its sorrows," I said. "I'm afraid, Margaret, that we'll have to get married after all. The other way is too expensive: we should require to pay the rent of two houses."
"But," cried Annie, "if ye get married ye'll hae bairns to keep, and they'll cost mair than the rent o' two hooses!"
"Then in Heaven's name what am I to do?" I cried in feigned35 perplexity.
Janet took Margaret's hand and placed it in mine.
"Just tak Maggie," she said sweetly; "and by the time ye hae bairns Aw'll maybe be marrit mysell, and Aw'll mak my man send ye a ham when he kills the swine."
So I placed the ring on Margaret's finger and kissed her. Then I drew Janet's head down and kissed her too.
"Eh!" cried Annie, "that's no fair!"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Ye've kissed Jan," she laughed, "and she'll maybe tak effielinza and—and get a holiday."
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Then I kissed Annie and the others three times, and they all went out laughing. The tears came into my eyes ... but then I was weak and ill.
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