grave, As we go marching on!"
"When I grow up," said Dank, "I'll kill Papa for killing Tibby. I'll bore
holes in his face with Mark's gimlet. I'll cut pieces out of him. I'll get
the matches and set fire to his beard. I'll--I'll hurt him."
"I don't think I shall," said Mark. "But if I do I shan't kick up a silly row
about it first."
"It's all very well for you. You'd kick up a row if Tibby was your dog."
Mary had forgotten Tibby. Now she remembered.
"Where's Tibby? I want him."
"Tibby's dead," said Jenny.
"What's 'dead'?"
"Never you mind."
Roddy was singing:
"'And from his nose and to his chin The worms crawled out and the
worms crawled in'--
"That's dead," said Roddy.
V.
You never knew when Aunt Charlotte mightn't send something. She
forgot your birthday and sometimes Christmas; but, to make up for that,
she remembered in between. Every time she was going to be married
she remembered.
Sarah the cat came too long after Mark's twelfth birthday to be his
birthday present. There was no message with her except that Aunt
Charlotte was going to be married and didn't want her any more.
Whenever Aunt Charlotte was going to be married she sent you
something she didn't want.
Sarah was a white cat with a pink nose and pink lips and pink pads
under her paws. Her tabby hood came down in a peak between her
green eyes. Her tabby cape went on along the back of her tail, tapering
to the tip. Sarah crouched against the fireguard, her haunches raised,
her head sunk back on her shoulders, and her paws tucked in under her
white, pouting breast.
Mark stooped over her; his mouth smiled its small, firm smile; his eyes
shone as he stroked her. Sarah raised her haunches under the caressing
hand.
Mary's body was still. Something stirred and tightened in it when she
looked at Sarah.
"I want Sarah," she said.
"You can't have her," said Jenny. "She's Master Mark's cat."
She wanted her more than Roddy's bricks and Dank's animal book or
Mark's soldiers. She trembled when she held her in her arms and kissed
her and smelt the warm, sweet, sleepy smell that came from the top of
her head.
"Little girls can't have everything they want," said Jenny.
"I wanted her before you did," said Dank. "You're too little to have a
cat at all."
He sat on the table swinging his legs. His dark, mournful eyes watched
Mark under their doggy scowl. He looked like Tibby, the terrier that
Mamma sent away because Papa teased him.
"Sarah isn't your cat either, Master Daniel. Your Aunt Charlotte gave
her to your Mamma, and your Mamma gave her to Master Mark."
"She ought to have given her to me. She took my dog away."
"I gave her to you," said Mark.
"And I gave her to you back again."
"Well then, she's half our cat."
"I want her," said Mary. She said it again and again.
Mamma came and took her into the room with the big bed.
The gas blazed in the white globes. Lovely white lights washed like
water over the polished yellow furniture: the bed, the great high
wardrobe, the chests of drawers, the twisted poles of the looking-glass.
There were soft rounds and edges of blond light on the white marble
chimney-piece and the white marble washstand. The drawn curtains
were covered with shining silver patterns on a sleek green ground that
shone. All these things showed again in the long, flashing mirrors.
Mary looked round the room and wondered why the squat grey men
had gone out of the curtains.
"Don't look about you," said Mamma. "Look at me. Why do you want
Sarah?"
She had forgotten Sarah.
"Because," she said, "Sarah is so sweet."
"Mamma gave Sarah to Mark. Mary mustn't want what isn't given her.
Mark doesn't say, 'I want Mary's dollies.' Papa doesn't say, 'I want
Mamma's workbox.'"
"But I want Sarah."
"And that's selfish and self-willed."
Mamma sat down on the low chair at the foot of the bed.
"God," she said, "hates selfishness and self-will. God is grieved every
time Mary is self-willed and selfish. He wants her to give up her will."
When Mamma talked about God she took you on her lap and you
played with the gold tassel on her watch chain. Her face was solemn
and tender. She spoke softly. She was afraid that God might hear her
talking about him and wouldn't like it.
Mary knelt in Mamma's lap and said "Gentle Jesus, meek and mild,"
and "Our Father," and played with the gold tassel. Every day began and
ended with "Our Father" and "Gentle Jesus, meek and mild."
"What's hallowed?"
"Holy," said Mamma. "What God
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