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ThereMUSTbemoremoney!
”Andthechildrenwouldstopplaying,tolistenforamoment.Theywouldlookintoeachother’seyes,toseeiftheyhadallheard.Andeachonesawintheeyesoftheothertwothattheytoohadheard.“ThereMUSTbemoremoney!
”
Itcamewhisperingfromthespringsofthestill-swayingrocking-horse,andeventhehorse,bendinghiswooden,champinghead,heardit.Thebigdoll,sittingsopinkandsmirkinginhernewpram,couldhearitquiteplainly,andseemedtobesmirkingallthemoreself-consciouslybecauseofit.Thefoolishpuppy,too,thattooktheplaceoftheteddy-bear,hewaslookingsoextraordinarilyfoolishfornootherreasonbutthatheheardthesecretwhisperalloverthehouse:
“ThereMUSTbemoremoney.”
Yetnobodyeversaiditaloud.Thewhisperwaseverywhere,andthereforenoonespokeit.Justasnooneeversays:
“Wearebreathing!
”inspiteofthefactthatbreathiscomingandgoingallthetime.
“Mother!
”saidtheboyPauloneday.“Whydon’twekeepacarofourown?
Whydowealwaysuseuncle’s,orelseataxi?
“Becausewe’rethepoormembersofthefamily,”saidthemother.
“ButwhyAREwe,mother?
“Well—Isuppose,”shesaidslowlyandbitterly,“it’sbecauseyourfatherhasnoluck.”
Theboywassilentforsometime.
“Isluckmoney,mother?
”heasked,rathertimidly.
“No,Paul!
Notquite.It’swhatcausesyoutohavemoney.”
“Oh!
”saidPaulvaguely.“IthoughtwhenUncleOscarsaidfilthylucker,itmeantmoney.”
“Filthylucredoesmeanmoney,”saidthemother.“Butit’slucre,notluck.”
”saidtheboy.“ThenwhatISluck,mother?
“It’swhatcausesyoutohavemoney.Ifyou’reluckyyouhavemoney.That’swhyit’sbettertobebornluckythanrich.Ifyou’rerich,youmayloseyourmoney.Butifyou’relucky,youwillalwaysgetmoremoney.”
Willyou!
Andisfathernotlucky?
“Veryunlucky,Ishouldsay,”shesaidbitterly.
Theboywatchedherwithunsureeyes.
“Why?
”heasked.
“Idon’tknow.Nobodyeverknowswhyonepersonisluckyandanotherunlucky.”
“Don’tthey?
Nobodyatall?
DoesNOBODYknow?
“PerhapsGod!
ButHenevertells.”
“Heoughtto,then.Andaren’tyouluckyeither,mother?
“Ican’tbe,ifImarriedanunluckyhusband.”
“Butbyyourself,aren’tyou?
“IusedtothinkIwas,beforeImarried.NowIthinkIamveryunluckyindeed.”
“Well—nevermind!
PerhapsI’mnotreally,”shesaid.
Thechildlookedather,toseeifshemeantit.Buthesaw,bythelinesofhermouth,thatshewasonlytryingtohidesomethingfromhim.
“Well,anyhow,”hesaidstoutly,“I’maluckyperson.”
”saidhismother,withasuddenlaugh.
Hestaredather.Hedidn’tevenknowwhyhehadsaidit.
“Godtoldme,”heasserted,brazeningitout.
“IhopeHedid,dear!
”shesaid,againwithalaugh,butratherbitter.
“Hedid,mother!
“Excellent!
”saidthemother,usingoneofherhusband’sexclamations.
Theboysawshedidnotbelievehim;
orrather,thatshepaidnoattentiontohisassertion.Thisangeredhimsomewhere,andmadehimwanttocompelherattention.
Hewentoffbyhimself,vaguely,inachildishway,seekingfortheclueto“luck”.Absorbed,takingnoheedofotherpeople,hewentaboutwithasortofstealth,seekinginwardlyforluck.Hewantedluck,hewantedit,hewantedit.Whenthetwogirlswereplayingdolls,inthenursery,hewouldsitonhisbigrocking-horse,chargingmadlyintospace,withafrenzythatmadethelittlegirlspeerathimuneasily.Wildlythehorsecareered,thewavingdarkhairoftheboytossed,hiseyeshadastrangeglareinthem.Thelittlegirlsdarednotspeaktohim.
Whenhehadriddentotheendofhismadlittlejourney,heclimbeddownandstoodinfrontofhisrocking-horse,staringfixedlyintoitsloweredface.Itsredmouthwasslightlyopen,itsbigeyewaswideandglassybright.
“Now!
”hewouldsilentlycommandthesnortingsteed.“Nowtakemetowherethereisluck!
Nowtakeme!
AndhewouldslashthehorseontheneckwiththelittlewhiphehadaskedUncleOscarfor.HeKNEWthehorsecouldtakehimtowheretherewasluck,ifonlyheforcedit.Sohewouldmountagain,andstartonhisfuriousride,hopingatlasttogetthere.Heknewhecouldgetthere.
“You’llbreakyourhorse,Paul!
”saidthenurse.
“He’salwaysridinglikethat!
Iwishhe’dleaveoff!
”saidhiseldersisterJoan.
Butheonlyglareddownontheminsilence.Nursegavehimup.Shecouldmakenothingofhim.Anyhowhewasgrowingbeyondher.
OnedayhismotherandhisUncleOscarcameinwhenhewasononeofhisfuriousrides.Hedidnotspeaktothem.
“Hallo!
youyoungjockey!
Ridingawinner?
”saidhisuncle.
“Aren’tyougrowingtoobigforarocking-horse?
You’renotaverylittleboyanylonger,youknow,”saidhismother.
ButPaulonlygaveablueglarefromhisbig,ratherclose-seteyes.Hewouldspeaktonobodywhenhewasinfulltilt.Hismotherwatchedhimwithananxiousexpressiononherface.
Atlasthesuddenlystoppedforcinghishorseintothemechanicalgallop,andsliddown.
“Well,Igotthere!
”heannouncedfiercely,hisblueeyesstillflaring,andhissturdylonglegsstraddlingapart.
“Wheredidyougetto?
”askedhismother.
“WhereIwantedtogoto,”heflaredbackather.
“That’sright,son!
”saidUncleOscar.“Don’tyoustoptillyougetthere.What’sthehorse’sname?
“Hedoesn’thaveaname,”saidtheboy.
“Getsonwithoutallright?
”askedtheuncle.
“Well,hehasdifferentnames.HewascalledSansovinolastweek.”
“Sansovino,eh?
WontheAscot.Howdidyouknowhisname?
“Healwaystalksabouthorse-raceswithBassett,”saidJoan.
Theunclewasdelightedtofindthathissmallnephewwaspostedwithalltheracingnews.Bassett,theyounggardenerwhohadbeenwoundedintheleftfootinthewar,andhadgothispresentjobthroughOscarCresswell,whosebatmanhehadbeen,wasaperfectbladeofthe“turf”.Helivedintheracingevents,andthesmallboylivedwithhim.
OscarCresswellgotitallfromBassett.
“MasterPaulcomesandasksme,soIcan’tdomorethantellhim,sir,”saidBassett,hisfaceterriblyserious,asifhewerespeakingofreligiousmatters.
“Anddoesheeverputanythingonahorsehefancies?
“Well—Idon’twanttogivehimaway—he’sayoungsport,afinesport,sir.Wouldyoumindaskinghimhimself?
Hesortoftakesapleasureinit,andperhapshe’dfeelIwasgivinghimaway,sir,ifyoudon’tmind.”
Bassettwasseriousasachurch.
Theunclewentbacktohisnephew,andtookhimoffforarideinthecar.
“Say,Paul,oldman,doyoueverputanythingonahorse?
”theuncleasked.
Theboywatchedthehandsomemanclosely.
“Why,doyouthinkIoughtn’tto?
”heparried.
“Notabitofit!
IthoughtperhapsyoumightgivemeatipfortheLincoln.”
Thecarspedonintothecountry,goingdowntoUncleOscar’splaceinHampshire.
“Honourbright?
”saidthenephew.
“Honourbright,son!
”saidtheuncle.
“Well,then,Daffodil.”
“Daffodil!
Idoubtit,sonny.WhataboutMirza?
“Ionlyknowthewinner,”saidtheboy.“That’sDaffodil!
“Daffodil,eh?
”Therewasapause.Daffodilwasanobscurehorsecomparatively.
“Uncle!
“Y
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