Noughts and Crosses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 168 pages of information about Noughts and Crosses.

Noughts and Crosses eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 168 pages of information about Noughts and Crosses.

You thought it natural, my dear lady, to lay this command on me at the dance last night.  We had parted, two months ago, in London, and we met, unexpectedly and to music, in this corner of the land where (they say) the piskies still keep.  And certainly, when I led you out upon the balcony (that you might not see the new moon through glass and lose a lucky month), it was not hard to picture the Small People at their play on the turf and among the dim flower-beds below us.  But, as a matter of fact, they are dead, these Small People.  They were the long-lived but not immortal spirits of the folk who inhabited Cornwall many thousands of years back—­far beyond Christ’s birth.  They were “poor innocents,” not good enough for heaven yet too good for the eternal fires; and when they first came, were of ordinary stature.  But after Christ’s birth they began to grow smaller and smaller, and at length turned into emmets and vanished from the earth.

The last I heard of them was a sad and serious little history, very different from the old legends.  Part of it I was told by a hospital surgeon, of all people in the world.  Part I learnt by looking at your beautiful gown last night, as you leant on the balcony-rail.  You remember how heavy the dew was, and that I fetched a shawl for your shoulders.  You did not wrap it so tightly round but that four marguerites in gold embroidery showed on the front of your bodice; and these come into the tale, the remainder of which I was taught this morning before breakfast, down among the cairns by the sea where the Small People’s Gardens still remain—­sheltered spots of green, with here and there some ferns and cliff-pinks left.  For me they are libraries where sometimes I read for a whole summer’s day; and with the help of the hospital surgeon, I bring you from them a story about your ball-gown which is perfectly true.

Twenty years ago—­before the fairies had dwindled into ants, and when wayfarers were still used to turn their coats inside out, after nightfall, for fear of being “pisky-led”—­there lived, down at the village, a girl who knew all the secrets of the Small People’s Gardens.  Where you and I discover sea-pinks only, and hear only the wash of the waves, she would go on midsummer nights and find flowers of every colour spread, and hundreds of little lights moving among them, and fountains and waterfalls and swarms of small ladies and gentlemen, dressed in green and gold, walking and sporting among them, or reposing on the turf and telling stories to the most ravishing soft music.  This was as much as she would relate; but it is certain that the piskies were friends of hers.  For, in spite of her nightly wanderings, her housework was always well and cleanly done before other girls were dressed—­the morning milk fresh in the dairy, the step sanded, the fire lit and the scalding-pans warming over it.  And as for her needlework, it was a wonder.

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