Gathering up a handful of dust and scattering it in the air, he slowly

and solemnly pronounced some words that sounded like a charm,

the children looking on in awe-struck silence:–

“Let craft, ambition, spite,

Be quenched in Reason’s night,

Till weakness turn to might,

Till what is dark be light,

Till what is wrong be right!”

The cloud of dust spread itself out through the air, as if it were

alive, forming curious shapes that were for ever changing into others.

“It makes letters! It makes words!” Bruno whispered, as he clung,

half-frightened, to Sylvie. “Only I ca’n’t make them out! Read them,


“I’ll try,” Sylvie gravely replied. “Wait a minute–if only I could

see that word–”

“I should be very ill!’, a discordant voice yelled in our ears.

“Were I to swallow this,’ he said,

‘I should be very ill!'”



Yes, we were in the garden once more: and, to escape that horrid

discordant voice, we hurried indoors, and found ourselves in the

library–Uggug blubbering, the Professor standing by with a

bewildered air, and my Lady, with her arms clasped round her son’s

neck, repeating, over and over again, “and did they give him nasty

lessons to learn? My own pretty pet!”

“What’s all this noise about?” the Vice-warden angrily enquired,

as he strode into the room. “And who put the hat-stand here?”

And he hung his hat up on Bruno, who was standing in the middle of

the room, too much astonished by the sudden change of scene to make

any attempt at removing it, though it came down to his shoulders,

making him look something like a small candle with a large extinguisher

over it.

The Professor mildly explained that His Highness had been graciously

pleased to say he wouldn’t do his lessons.

“Do your lessons this instant, you young cub!” thundered the Vice-Warden.

“And take this!” and a resounding box on the ear made the unfortunate

Professor reel across the room.

“Save me!” faltered the poor old man, as he sank, half-fainting, at my

Lady’s feet.

“Shave you? Of course I will!” my Lady replied, as she lifted him into

a chair, and pinned an anti-macassar round his neck.

“Where’s the razor?”

The Vice-Warden meanwhile had got hold of Uggug, and was belabouring

him with his umbrella. “Who left this loose nail in the floor?” he

shouted, “Hammer it in, I say!

Hammer it in!” Blow after blow fell on the writhing Uggug, till he

dropped howling to the floor.

[Image…’Hammer it in!’]

Then his father turned to the ‘shaving’ scene which was being enacted,

and roared with laughter. “Excuse me, dear, I ca’n’t help it!”

he said as soon as he could speak. “You are such an utter donkey!

Kiss me, Tabby!”

And he flung his arms round the neck of the terrified Professor,

who raised a wild shriek., but whether he received the threatened kiss

or not I was unable to see, as Bruno, who had by this time released

himself from his extinguisher, rushed headlong out of the room,

followed by Sylvie; and I was so fearful of being left alone among all

these crazy creatures that I hurried after them.

We must go to Father!” Sylvie panted, as they ran down the garden.

“I’m sure things are at their worst! I’ll ask the Gardener to let us

out again.”

“But we ca’n’t walk all the way!” Bruno whimpered. “How I wiss we had

a coach-and-four, like Uncle!”

And, shrill and wild, rang through the air the familiar voice:–

“He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four

That stood beside his bed:

He looked again, and found it was

A Bear without a Head.

‘Poor thing,’ he said, ‘poor silly thing!

It’s waiting to be fed!'”

[Image…A bear without a head]

“No, I ca’n’t let you out again!” he said, before the children could

speak. “The Vice-warden gave it me, he did, for letting you out last

time! So be off with you!” And, turning away from them, he began

digging frantically in the middle of a gravel-walk, singing, over and

over again, “‘Poor thing,’ he said, ‘poor silly thing! It’s waiting to

be fed!'” but in a more musical tone than the shrill screech in which

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