The Door in the Wall and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 160 pages of information about The Door in the Wall and Other Stories.

The Door in the Wall and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 160 pages of information about The Door in the Wall and Other Stories.

“Rather!”

“I didn’t show any signs did I in those days of having a secret dream?”

II

He looked up with a sudden smile.

“Did you ever play North-West Passage with me? . . . . .   No,
of course you didn’t come my way!”

“It was the sort of game,” he went on, “that every imaginative child plays all day.  The idea was the discovery of a North-West Passage to school.  The way to school was plain enough; the game consisted in finding some way that wasn’t plain, starting off ten minutes early in some almost hopeless direction, and working one’s way round through unaccustomed streets to my goal.  And one day I got entangled among some rather low-class streets on the other side of Campden Hill, and I began to think that for once the game would be against me and that I should get to school late.  I tried rather desperately a street that seemed a cul de sac, and found a passage at the end.  I hurried through that with renewed hope.  ’I shall do it yet,’ I said, and passed a row of frowsy little shops that were inexplicably familiar to me, and behold! there was my long white wall and the green door that led to the enchanted garden!

“The thing whacked upon me suddenly.  Then, after all, that garden, that wonderful garden, wasn’t a dream!” . . . .

He paused.

“I suppose my second experience with the green door marks the world of difference there is between the busy life of a schoolboy and the infinite leisure of a child.  Anyhow, this second time I didn’t for a moment think of going in straight away.  You see . . .  For one thing my mind was full of the idea of getting to school in time—­set on not breaking my record for punctuality.  I must surely have felt some little desire at least to try the door--yes, I must have felt that . . . . .  But I seem to remember the attraction of the door mainly as another obstacle to my overmastering determination to get to school.  I was immediately interested by this discovery I had made, of course—­I went on with my mind full of it—­but I went on.  It didn’t check me.  I ran past tugging out my watch, found I had ten minutes still to spare, and then I was going downhill into familiar surroundings.  I got to school, breathless, it is true, and wet with perspiration, but in time.  I can remember hanging up my coat and hat . . .  Went right by it and left it behind me.  Odd, eh?”

He looked at me thoughtfully.  “Of course, I didn’t know then that it wouldn’t always be there.  School boys have limited imaginations.  I suppose I thought it was an awfully jolly thing to have it there, to know my way back to it, but there was the school tugging at me.  I expect I was a good deal distraught and inattentive that morning, recalling what I could of the beautiful strange people I should presently see again.  Oddly enough I had no doubt in my mind that they would be glad to see me . . .  Yes, I must have thought of the garden that morning just as a jolly sort of place to which one might resort in the interludes of a strenuous scholastic career.

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