E Nesbit Five Children and It

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We are very hungry indeed because of having to fly all day, and we think it is not stealing when you
are starving to death. We are afraid to ask you for fear you should say 'No', because of course you
know about angels, but you would not think we were angels. We will only take the nessessities of life,
and no pudding or pie, to show you it is not grediness but true starvation that makes us make your larder
stand and deliver. But we are not highwaymen by trade.
'Cut it short,' said the others with one accord. And Anthea hastily added:
Our intentions are quite honourable if you only knew. And here is half-a-crown to show we are
sinseer and grateful. Thank you for your kind hospitality. FROM Us FOUR.
The half-crown was wrapped in this letter, and all the children felt that when the clergyman had read it
he would understand everything, as well as anyone could who had not seen the wings.
'Now,' said Cyril,"of course there's some risk; we'd better fly straight down the other side of the
tower and then flutter low across the churchyard and in through the shrubbery. There doesn't seem to be
anyone about. But you never know. The window looks out into the shrubbery. It is embowered in
foliage, like a window in a story. I'll go in and get the things. Robert and Anthea can take them as I hand
them out through the window; and Jane can keep watch - her eyes are sharp - and whistle if she sees
anyone about. Shut up, Robert! she can whistle quite well enough for that, anyway. It ought not to be a
very good whistle - it'll sound more natural and birdlike. Now then - off we go!'
I cannot pretend that stealing is right. I can only say that on this occasion it did not look like stealing to
the hungry four, but appeared in the light of a fair and reasonable business transaction. They had never
happened to learn that a tongue - hardly cut into - a chicken and a half, a loaf of bread, and a syphon of
soda-water cannot be bought in shops for half-a-crown. These were the necessaries of life, which Cyril
handed out of the larder window when, quite unobserved and without hindrance or adventure, he had led
the others to that happy spot. He felt that to refrain from jam, apple turnovers, cake, and mixed candied
peel was a really heroic act - and I agree with him. He was also proud of not taking the custard pudding
- and there I think he was wrong - because if he had taken it there would have been a difficulty about
returning the dish; no one, however starving, has a right to steal china pie-dishes with little pink flowers on
them. The soda-water syphon was different. They could not do without something to drink, and as the
maker's name was on it they felt sure it would be returned to him wherever they might leave it. If they had
time they would take it back themselves. The man appeared to live in Rochester, which would not be
much out of their way home.
Everything was carried up to the top of the tower, and laid down on a sheet of kitchen paper which
Cyril had found on the top shelf of the larder. As he unfolded it, Anthea said, 'I don't think THAT'S a
necessity of life.'
'Yes, it is,' said he. 'We must put the things down somewhere to cut them up; and I heard father say
the other day people got diseases from germans in rain-water. Now there must be lots of rain-water here
- and when it dries up the germans are left, and they'd get into the things, and we should all die of scarlet
fever.'
'What are germans?'
'Little waggly things you see with microscopes,' said Cyril, with a scientific air. 'They give you every
illness you can think of! I'm sure the paper was a necessary, just as much as the bread and meat and
water. Now then! Oh, my eyes, I am hungry!'
I do not wish to describe the picnic party on the top of the tower. You can imagine well enough what
it is like to carve a chicken and a tongue with a knife that has only one blade - and that snapped off short
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about half-way down. But it was done. Eating with your fingers is greasy and difficult - and paper dishes
soon get to look very spotty and horrid. But one thing you CAN'T imagine, and that is how soda-water
behaves when you try to drink it straight out of a syphon - especially a quite full one. But if imagination
will not help you, experience will, and you can easily try it for yourself if you can get a grown-up to give
you the syphon. If you want to have a really thorough experience, put the tube in your mouth and press
the handle very suddenly and very hard. You had better do it when you are alone - and out of doors is
best for this experiment.
However you eat them, tongue and chicken and new bread are very good things, and no one minds
being sprinkled a little with soda-water on a really fine hot day. So that everyone enjoyed the dinner very
much indeed, and everyone ate as much as it possibly could: first, because it was extremely hungry; and
secondly, because, as I said, tongue and chicken and new bread are very nice.
Now, I daresay you will have noticed that if you have to wait for your dinner till long after the proper
time, and then eat a great deal more dinner than usual, and sit in the hot sun on the top of a church-tower
- or even anywhere else - you become soon and strangely sleepy. Now Anthea and Jane and Cyril and
Robert were very like you in many ways, and when they had eaten all they could, and drunk all there
was, they became sleepy, strangely and soon - especially Anthea, because she had got up so early.
One by one they left off talking and leaned back, and before it was a quarter of an hour after dinner
they had all curled round and tucked themselves up under their large soft warm wings and were fast
asleep. And the sun was sinking slowly in the west. (I must say it was in the west, because it is usual in
books to say so, for fear careless people should think it was setting in the east. In point of fact, it was not
exactly in the west either - but that's near enough.) The sun, I repeat, was sinking slowly in the west, and
the children slept warmly and happily on - for wings are cosier than eiderdown quilts to sleep under. The
shadow of the church-tower fell across the churchyard, and across the Vicarage, and across the field
beyond; and presently there were no more shadows, and the sun had set, and the wings were gone. And
still the children slept. But not for long. Twilight is very beautiful, but it is chilly; and you know, however
sleepy you are, you wake up soon enough if your brother or sister happens to be up first and pulls your
blankets off you. The four wingless children shivered and woke. And there they were - on the top of a
church-tower in the dusky twilight, with blue stars coming out by ones and twos and tens and twenties
over their heads - miles away from home, with three-and-three-halfpence in their pockets, and a doubtful
act about the necessities of life to be accounted for if anyone found them with the soda-water syphon.
They looked at each other. Cyril spoke first, picking up the syphon:
'We'd better get along down and get rid of this beastly thing. It's dark enough to leave it on the [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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