Cyril dressed hastily; he did not take a bath, because tin baths are so noisy, and he had no wish to rouse Robert, and he slipped off alone, as Anthea had once done, and ran through the dewy morning to the sand-pit. He dug up the Psammead very carefully and kindly3, and began the conversation by asking it whether [Pg 237]it still felt any ill effects from the contact with the tears of Robert the day before yesterday. The Psammead was in good temper. It replied politely.
"And now, what can I do for you?" it said. "I suppose you've come here so early to ask for something for yourself—something your brothers and sisters aren't to know about, eh? Now, do be persuaded for your own good! Ask for a good fat Megatherium and have done with it."
"Thank you—not to-day, I think," said Cyril cautiously. "What I really wanted to say was—you know how you're always wishing for things when you're playing at anything?"
"I seldom play," said the Psammead coldly.
"Well, you know what I mean," Cyril went on impatiently. "What I want to say is: won't you let us have our wish just when we think of it, and just where we happen to be? So that we don't have to come and disturb you again," added the crafty4 Cyril.
"It'll only end in your wishing for some[Pg 238]thing you don't really want, as you did about the castle," said the Psammead, stretching its brown arms and yawning. "It's always the same since people left off eating really wholesome5 things. However, have it your own way. Good-bye."
"Good-bye," said Cyril politely.
"I'll tell you what," said the Psammead suddenly, shooting out its long snail's eyes,—"I'm getting tired of you—all of you. You have no more sense than so many oysters6. Go along with you!"
And Cyril went.
"What an awful long time babies stay babies," said Cyril after the Lamb had taken his watch out of his pocket while he wasn't noticing, and with coos and clucks of naughty rapture7 had opened the case and used the whole thing as a garden spade, and when even immersion8 in a wash basin had failed to wash the mould from the works and make the watch go again. Cyril had said several things in the heat of the moment; but now he was calmer, and had even consented to carry the Lamb part [Pg 239]of the way to the woods. Cyril had persuaded the others to agree to his plan, and not to wish for anything more till they really did wish it. Meantime it seemed good to go to the woods for nuts, and on the mossy grass under a sweet chestnut10 tree the five were sitting. The Lamb was pulling up the moss9 by fat handfuls, and Cyril was gloomily contemplating11 the ruins of his watch.
He opened the case and used the whole thing as a garden spade He opened the case and used the whole thing as a garden spade
"He does grow," said Anthea. "Doesn't 'oo, precious?"
"Me grow," said the Lamb cheerfully—"me grow big boy, have guns' an' mouses—an'—an'"—— Imagination or vocabulary gave out here. But anyway it was the longest speech the Lamb had ever made, and it charmed everyone, even Cyril, who tumbled the Lamb over and rolled him in the moss to the music of delighted squeals12.
"I suppose he'll be grown up some day," Anthea was saying, dreamily looking up at the blue of the sky that showed between the long straight chestnut-leaves. But at that moment the Lamb, struggling gaily13 with Cyril, thrust [Pg 240]a stout-shod little foot against his brother's chest; there was a crack!—the innocent Lamb had broken the glass of father's second-best Waterbury watch, which Cyril had borrowed without leave.
"Grow up some day!" said Cyril bitterly, plumping the Lamb down on the grass. "I daresay he will—when nobody wants him to. I wish to goodness he would"—
"Oh, take care!" cried Anthea in an agony of apprehension14. But it was too late—like music to a song her words and Cyril's came out together—
Anthea—"Oh, take care!"
Cyril—"Grow up now!"
The faithful Psammead was true to its promise, and there, before the horrified15 eyes of its brothers and sisters, the Lamb suddenly and violently grew up. It was the most terrible moment. The change was not so sudden as the wish-changes usually were. The Baby's face changed first. It grew thinner and larger, lines came in the forehead, the eyes grew more deep-set and darker in colour, the [Pg 241]mouth grew longer and thinner; most terrible of all, a little dark mustache appeared on the lip of one who was still—except as to the face—a two-year-old baby in a linen16 smock and white open-work socks.
"Oh, I wish it wouldn't! Oh, I wish it wouldn't! You boys might wish as well!"
They all wished hard, for the sight was enough to dismay the most heartless. They all wished so hard, indeed, that they felt quite giddy and almost lost consciousness; but the wishing was quite vain, for, when the wood ceased to whirl round, their dazed eyes were riveted17 at once by the spectacle of a very proper-looking young man in flannels19 and a straw hat—a young man who wore the same little black mustache which just before they had actually seen growing upon the Baby's lip. This, then, was the Lamb—grown up! Their own Lamb! It was a terrible moment. The grown-up Lamb moved gracefully20 across the moss and settled himself against the trunk of the sweet chestnut. He tilted21 the straw hat over his eyes. He was evi[Pg 242]dently weary. He was going to sleep. The Lamb—the original little tiresome22 beloved Lamb often went to sleep at odd times and in unexpected places. Was this new Lamb in the grey flannel18 suit and the pale green necktie like the other Lamb? or had his mind grown up together with his body?
That was the question which the others, in a hurried council held among the yellowing brake-fern a few yards from the sleeper23, debated eagerly.
"Whichever it is, it'll be just as awful," said Anthea. "If his inside senses are grown up too, he won't stand our looking after him; and if he's still a baby inside of him how on earth are we to get him to do anything? And it'll be getting on for dinner-time in a minute."
"And we haven't got any nuts," said Jane.
"Oh bother nuts!" said Robert, "but dinner's different—I didn't have half enough dinner yesterday. Couldn't we tie him to the tree and go home to our dinner and come back afterwards?"[Pg 243]
"A fat lot of dinner we should get if we went back without the Lamb!" said Cyril in scornful misery24. "And it'll be just the same if we go back with him in the state he is now. Yes, I know it's my doing; don't rub it in! I know I'm a beast, and not fit to live; you can take that for settled, and say no more about it. The question is, what are we going to do?"
"Let's wake him up, and take him into Rochester or Maidstone and get something to eat at a baker's shop," said Robert hopefully.
"Take him?" repeated Cyril. "Yes—do! It's all my fault—I don't deny that—but you'll find you've got your work cut out for you if you try to take that young man anywhere. The Lamb always was spoilt, but now he's grown up he's a demon—simply. I can see it. Look at his mouth."
"Well then," said Robert, "let's wake him up and see what he'll do. Perhaps he'll take us to Maidstone and stand treat. He ought to have a lot of money in the pockets of those [Pg 244]extra-special pants. We must have dinner, anyway."
They drew lots with little bits of brake fern. It fell to Jane's lot to waken the grown-up Lamb.
She did it gently by tickling25 his nose with a twig26 of honeysuckle. He said "Bother the flies!" twice, and then opened his eyes.
She did it gently by tickling his nose with a twig of honeysuckle She did it gently by tickling his nose with a twig of honeysuckle
"Hullo, kiddies!" he said in a languid tone, "still here? What's the giddy hour? You'll be late for your grub!"
"I know we shall," said Robert bitterly.
"Then cut along home," said the grown-up Lamb.
"What about your grub, though?" asked Jane.
"Oh, how far is it to the station, do you think? I've a sort of a notion that I'll run up to town and have some lunch at the club."
Blank misery fell like a pall27 on the four others. The Lamb—alone—unattended—would go to town and have lunch at a club! Perhaps he would also have tea there. Perhaps sunset would come upon him amid the [Pg 245]dazzling luxury of club-land, and a helpless cross sleepy baby would find itself alone amid unsympathetic waiters, and would wail28 miserably29 for "Panty" from the depths of a club arm-chair! The picture moved Anthea almost to tears.
"Oh no, Lamb ducky, you mustn't do that!" she cried incautiously.
The grown-up Lamb frowned. "My dear Anthea," he said, "how often am I to tell you that my name is Hilary or St. Maur or Devereux?—any of my baptismal names are free to my little brothers and sisters, but not 'Lamb'—a relic30 of foolishness and far-off childhood."
This was awful. He was their elder brother now, was he? Well of course he was, if he was grown-up—since they weren't. Thus, in whispers, Anthea and Robert.
But the almost daily adventures resulting from the Psammead's wishes were making the children wise beyond their years.
"Dear Hilary," said Anthea, and the others choked at the name, "you know father didn't [Pg 246]wish you to go to London. He wouldn't like us to be left alone without you to take care of us. Oh, deceitful thing that I am!" she added to herself.
"Look here," said Cyril, "if you're our elder brother, why not behave as sich and take us over to Maidstone and give us a jolly good blow-out, and we'll go on the river afterwards?"
"I'm infinitely31 obliged to you," said the Lamb courteously32, "but I should prefer solitude33. Go home to your lunch—I mean your dinner. Perhaps I may look in about tea-time—or I may not be home till after you are in your beds."
Their beds! Speaking glances flashed between the wretched four. Much bed there would be for them if they went home without the Lamb.
"We promised mother not to lose sight of you if we took you out," Jane said before the others could stop her.
"Look here, Jane," said the grown-up Lamb, putting his hands in his pockets and [Pg 247]looking down at her, "little girls should be seen and not heard. You kids must learn not to make yourselves a nuisance. Run along home now—and perhaps, if you're good, I'll give you each a penny to-morrow."
"Look here," said Cyril, in the best "man to man" tone at his command, "where are you going, old man? You might let Bobs and me come with you—even if you don't want the girls."
This was really rather noble of Cyril, for he never did care much about being seen in public with the Lamb, who of course after sunset would be a baby again.
The "man to man" tone succeeded.
"I shall run over to Maidstone on my bike," said the new Lamb airily, fingering the little black mustache. "I can lunch at The Crown—and perhaps I'll have a pull on the river; but I can't take you all on the machine—now, can I? Run along home, like good children."
The position was desperate. Robert exchanged a despairing look with Cyril. An[Pg 248]thea detached a pin from her waistband, a pin whose withdrawal34 left a gaping35 chasm36 between skirt and bodice, and handed it furtively37 to Robert—with a grimace38 of the darkest and deepest meaning. Robert slipped away to the road. There, sure enough, stood a bicycle—a beautiful new one. Of course Robert understood at once that if the Lamb was grown up he must have a bicycle.
There, sure enough, stood a bicycle There, sure enough, stood a bicycle
This had always been one of Robert's own reasons for wishing to be grown-up. He hastily began to use the pin—eleven punctures40 in the back tyre, seven in the front. He would have made the total twenty-two but for the rustling41 of the yellow hazel-leaves, which warned him of the approach of the others. He hastily leaned a hand on each wheel, and was rewarded by the "whish" of the what was left of air escaping from eighteen neat pin-holes.
"Your bike's run down," said Robert, wondering how he could so soon have learned to deceive.[Pg 249]
"So it is," said Cyril.
"It's a puncture39," said Anthea, stooping down, and standing42 up again with a thorn which she had got ready for the purpose.
"Look here."
The grown-up Lamb (or Hilary, as I suppose one must now call him) fixed43 his pump and blew up the tyre. The punctured44 state of it was soon evident.
The punctured state of it was soon evident The punctured state of it was soon evident
"I suppose there's a cottage somewhere near—where one could get a pail of water?" said the Lamb.
There was; and when the number of punctures had been made manifest, it was felt to be a special blessing45 that the cottage provided "teas for cyclists." It provided an odd sort of tea-and-hammy meal for the Lamb and his brothers. This was paid for out of the fifteen shillings which had been earned by Robert when he was a giant—for the Lamb, it appeared, had unfortunately no money about him. This was a great disappointment for the others; but it is a thing that will happen, even to the most grown-up of us.[Pg 250] However, Robert had enough to eat, and that was something. Quietly but persistently46 the miserable47 four took it in turns to try and persuade the Lamb (or St. Maur) to spend the rest of the day in the woods. There was not very much of the day left by the time he had mended the eighteenth puncture. He looked up from the completed work with a sigh of relief, and suddenly put his tie straight.
"There's a lady coming," he said briskly,—"for goodness' sake, get out of the way. Go home—hide—vanish somehow! I can't be seen with a pack of dirty kids." His brothers and sisters were indeed rather dirty, because, earlier in the day, the Lamb, in his infant state, had sprinkled a good deal of garden soil over them. The grown-up Lamb's voice was so tyrant-like, as Jane said afterwards, that they actually retreated to the back garden, and left him with his little mustache and his flannel suit to meet alone the young lady, who now came up the front garden wheeling a bicycle.[Pg 251]
The woman of the house came out, and the young lady spoke48 to her,—the Lamb raised his hat as she passed him,—and the children could not hear what she said, though they were craning round the corner and listening with all their ears. They felt it to be "perfectly49 fair," as Robert said, "with that wretched Lamb in that condition."
When the Lamb spoke, in a languid voice heavy with politeness, they heard well enough.
"A puncture?" he was saying. "Can I not be of any assistance? If you could allow me——?"
There was a stifled50 explosion of laughter and the grown-up Lamb (otherwise Devereux) turned the tail of an angry eye in its direction.
"You're very kind," said the lady, looking at the Lamb. She looked rather shy, but, as the boys put it, there didn't seem to be any nonsense about her.
"But oh," whispered Cyril, "I should have thought he'd had enough bicycle-mending [Pg 252]for one day—and if she only knew that really and truly he's only a whiny-piny, silly little baby!"
"He's not," Anthea murmured angrily. "He's a dear—if people only let him alone. It's our own precious Lamb still, whatever silly idiots may turn him into—isn't he, Pussy51?"
Jane doubtfully supposed so.
Now, the Lamb—whom I must try to remember to call St. Maur—was examining the lady's bicycle and talking to her with a very grown-up manner indeed. No one could possibly have supposed, to see and hear him, that only that very morning he had been a chubby52 child of two years breaking other people's Waterbury watches. Devereux (as he ought to be called for the future) took out a gold watch when he had mended the lady's bicycle, and all the hidden onlookers53 said "Oh!"—because it seemed so unfair that the Baby, who had only that morning destroyed two cheap but honest watches, should now, in the grown-upness to which Cyril's folly54 [Pg 253]had raised him, have a real gold watch—with a chain and seals!
Hilary (as I will now term him) withered55 his brothers and sisters with a glance, and then said to the lady—with whom he seemed to be quite friendly—
"If you will allow me, I will ride with you as far as the Cross Roads; it is getting late, and there are tramps about."
No one will ever know what answer the young lady intended to give to this gallant56 offer, for, directly Anthea heard it made, she rushed out, knocking against a swill57 pail, which overflowed58 in a turbid59 stream, and caught the Lamb (I suppose I ought to say Hilary) by the arm. The others followed, and in an instant the four dirty children were visible beyond disguise.
"Don't let him," said Anthea to the lady, and she spoke with intense earnestness; "he's not fit to go with anyone!"
"Go away, little girl!" said St. Maur (as we will now call him) in a terrible voice.
"Go home at once!"[Pg 254]
"You'd much better not have anything to do with him," the now reckless Anthea went on. "He doesn't know who he is. He's something very different from what you think he is."
"What do you mean?" asked the lady, not unnaturally60, while Devereux (as I must term the grown-up Lamb) tried vainly to push Anthea away. The others backed her up, and she stood solid as a rock.
"You just let him go with you," said Anthea, "you'll soon see what I mean! How would you like to suddenly see a poor little helpless baby spinning along downhill beside you with its feet up on a bicycle it had lost control of?"
The lady had turned rather pale.
"Who are these very dirty children?" she asked the grown-up Lamb (sometimes called St. Maur in these pages).
"I don't know," he lied miserably.
"Oh, Lamb! how can you?" cried Jane,—"when you know perfectly well you're our own little baby brother that we're so fond of.[Pg 255] We're his big brothers and sisters," she explained, turning to the lady, who with trembling hands was now turning her bicycle towards the gate, "and we've got to take care of him. And we must get him home before sunset, or I don't know whatever will become of us. You see, he's sort of under a spell—enchanted—you know what I mean!"
Again and again the Lamb (Devereux, I mean) had tried to stop Jane's eloquence61, but Robert and Cyril held him, one by each leg, and no proper explanation was possible. The lady rode hastily away, and electrified62 her relatives at dinner by telling them of her escape from a family of dangerous lunatics. "The little girl's eyes were simply those of a maniac63. I can't think how she came to be at large," she said.
When her bicycle had whizzed away down the road, Cyril spoke gravely.
"Hilary, old chap," he said, "you must have had a sunstroke or something. And the things you've been saying to that lady! Why, if we were to tell you the things you've said [Pg 256]when you are yourself again, say to-morrow morning, you wouldn't ever understand them—let alone believe them! You trust to me, old chap, and come home now, and if you're not yourself in the morning we'll ask the milkman to ask the doctor to come."
The poor grown-up Lamb (St. Maur was really one of his Christian64 names) seemed now too bewildered to resist.
"Since you seem all to be as mad as the whole worshipful company of hatters," he said bitterly, "I suppose I had better take you home. But you're not to suppose I shall pass this over. I shall have something to say to you all to-morrow morning."
"Yes, you will, my Lamb," said Anthea under her breath, "but it won't be at all the sort of thing you think it's going to be."
In her heart she could hear the pretty, soft little loving voice of the baby Lamb—so different from the affected65 tones of the dreadful grown-up Lamb (one of whose names was Devereux)—saying, "Me love Panty—wants to come to own Panty."[Pg 257]
"Oh, let's go home, for goodness' sake," she said. "You shall say whatever you like in the morning—if you can," she added in a whisper.
It was a gloomy party that went home through the soft evening. During Anthea's remarks Robert had again made play with the pin and the bicycle tyre, and the Lamb (whom they had to call St. Maur or Devereux or Hilary) seemed really at last to have had his fill of bicycle-mending. So the machine was wheeled.
The sun was just on the point of setting when they arrived at the White House. The four elder children would have liked to linger in the lane till the complete sunsetting turned the grown-up Lamb (whose Christian names I will not further weary you by repeating) into their own dear tiresome baby brother. But he, in his grown-upness, insisted on going on, and thus he was met in the front garden by Martha.
Now you remember that, as a special favour, the Psammead had arranged that the servants [Pg 258]in the house should never notice any change brought about by the wishes of the children. Therefore Martha merely saw the usual party, with the baby Lamb, about whom she had been desperately66 anxious all the afternoon, trotting67 beside Anthea, on fat baby legs, while the children, of course, still saw the grown-up Lamb (never mind what names he was christened by), and Martha rushed at him and caught him in her arms, exclaiming—
"Come to his own Martha, then—a precious poppet!"
The grown-up Lamb (whose names shall now be buried in oblivion) struggled furiously. An expression of intense horror and annoyance68 was seen on his face. But Martha was stronger than he. She lifted him up and carried him into the house. None of the children will ever forget that picture. The neat grey-flannel-suited grown-up young man with the green necktie and the little black mustache—fortunately, he was slightly built, and not tall—struggling in the sturdy arms [Pg 259]of Martha, who bore him away helpless, imploring69 him, as she went, to be a good boy now, and come and have his nice bremmink! Fortunately, the sun set as they reached the doorstep, the bicycle disappeared, and Martha was seen to carry into the house the real live darling sleepy two-year-old Lamb. The grown-up Lamb (nameless henceforth) was gone for ever.
The grown-up Lamb struggled The grown-up Lamb struggled
"For ever," said Cyril, "because, as soon as ever the Lamb's old enough to be bullied70, we must jolly well begin to bully71 him, for his own sake—so that he mayn't grow up like that."
"You shan't bully him," said Anthea stoutly,—"not if I can stop it."
"We must tame him by kindness," said Jane.
"You see," said Robert, "if he grows up in the usual way, there'll be plenty of time to correct him as he goes along. The awful thing to-day was his growing up so suddenly. There was no time to improve him at all."
"He doesn't want any improving," said An[Pg 260]thea as the voice of the Lamb came cooing through the open door, just as she had heard it in her heart that afternoon—
"Me loves Panty—wants to come to own Panty!"
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