The Young Buglers | Page 4

was soon
clear to all, and for awhile there was great distress of mind among the
people, for many miles round, for most of them had entrusted all their
savings of years to the Scudamores' bank. When affairs were wound up,
however, it was found that things were not quite so bad as had been
feared. Mr. Scudamore had a considerable capital employed in the bank,
and the sale of his handsome house and estate realized a large sum, so
that eventually every one received back the money they had entrusted
to the bank; but the whole of the capital and the profits of years of
successful enterprise had vanished, and it was calculated by the
executors that the swindler must have appropriated at least 80,000l.
For the first month after their father's death the boys stayed with the
doctor who had long attended the family and had treated all their
ailments since they were born. In the great loss of their father the loss
of their fortune affected them but little, except that they were sorry to
be obliged to leave Eton; for the interest of the little fortune which their
mother had brought at her marriage, and which was all that now
remained to them, would not have been sufficient to pay for their
expenses there, and indeed such an education would have been out of
place for two boys who had to make their own way in life. At the end
of this month it was arranged that they were to go to their only existing
relative, an elder sister of Mr. Scudamore. The boys had never seen her,
for she had not for many years been friends with her brother.

The letter which she had written to the doctor, announcing her
willingness to receive them, made the boys laugh, although it did not
hold out prospects of a very pleasant future. "I am, of course," she said,
"prepared to do my duty. No one can say that I have ever failed in my
duty. My poor brother quarreled with me. It was his duty to apologize.
He did not do so. Had it been my duty to apologize I should have done
so. As I was right, and he was wrong, it was clearly not my duty. I shall
now do my duty to my niece and nephews. Yet I may be allowed to say
that I regret much that they are not all nieces. I do not like boys. They
are always noisy, and not always clean. They do not wipe their shoes,
they are always breaking things, they go about with all sorts of rubbish
and dirt in their pockets, their hair is always rough, they are fond of
worrying cats, and other cruel games. Altogether they are objectionable.
Had my brother made up his mind to leave his children in my charge, it
was clearly his duty to have had girls instead of boys. However, it is
not because other people fail in their duty that I should fail in mine.
Therefore, let them come to me this day fortnight. By that time I shall
have got some strong and suitable furniture in the room that my
nephews will occupy, and shall have time to make other arrangements.
This letter will, if all goes well, reach you, I believe, in three days after
the date of posting, and they will take the same time coming here.
Assure them that I am prepared to do my duty, and that I hope that they
will make a serious effort at doing theirs. Ask my nephews, upon the
occasion of their first arrival, to make as little noise as they can,
because my cat, Minnie, is very shy, and if she is scared at the first
meeting, she will take a very long time to get accustomed to them. I
also particularly beg that they do not, as they come up to the house,
throw stones at any of the pigeons who may be resting upon the roof,
for the slates were all set right a few weeks ago, and I am sure I do not
wish to have the slater here again; they were hanging about for ten days
the last time they came. I do not know that I have anything else to say."
The boys received the reading of this singular epistle with shouts of
laughter.
"Poor aunt," Tom said. "What does she think of us that she can suppose
that, upon our very first arrival, we should come in like wild Indians,

throwing stones at her pigeons, and frightening her Minnie into fits.
Did you ever hear such an extraordinary idea, Doctor Jarvis?"
"At any rate, boys," the doctor said, when the laughter had ceased, "you
may find your aunt a little peculiar, but