Part 4 (1/2)

”Oh, I _can't_ guess, Tom,” said Maggie, impatiently.

”Don't be a spitfire, else I won't tell you,” said Tom, thrusting his hand back into his pocket and looking determined.

”No, Tom,” said Maggie, imploringly, laying hold of the arm that was held stiffly in the pocket. ”I'm not cross, Tom; it was only because I can't bear guessing. _Please_ be good to me.”

Tom's arm slowly relaxed, and he said, ”Well, then, it's a new fish-line--two new uns,--one for you, Maggie, all to yourself. I wouldn't go halves in the toffee and gingerbread on purpose to save the money; and Gibson and Spouncer fought with me because I wouldn't.

And here's hooks; see here--I say, _won't_ we go and fish to-morrow down by the Round Pool? And you shall catch your own fish, Maggie and put the worms on, and everything; won't it be fun?”

Maggie's answer was to throw her arms round Tom's neck and hug him, and hold her cheek against his without speaking, while he slowly unwound some of the line, saying, after a pause,--

”Wasn't I a good brother, now, to buy you a line all to yourself? You know, I needn't have bought it, if I hadn't liked.”

”Yes, very, very good--I _do_ love you, Tom.”

Tom had put the line back in his pocket, and was looking at the hooks one by one, before he spoke again.

”And the fellows fought me, because I wouldn't give in about the toffee.”

”Oh, dear! I wish they wouldn't fight at your school, Tom. Didn't it hurt you?”

”Hurt me? no,” said Tom, putting up the hooks again, taking out a large pocket-knife, and slowly opening the largest blade, which he looked at meditatively as he rubbed his finger along it. Then he added,--

”I gave Spouncer a black eye, I know; that's what he got by wanting to leather _me;_ I wasn't going to go halves because anybody leathered me.”

”Oh, how brave you are, Tom! I think you're like Samson. If there came a lion roaring at me, I think you'd fight him, wouldn't you, Tom?”

”How can a lion come roaring at you, you silly thing? There's no lions, only in the shows.”

”No; but if we were in the lion countries--I mean in Africa, where it's very hot; the lions eat people there. I can show it you in the book where I read it.”

”Well, I should get a gun and shoot him.”

”But if you hadn't got a gun,--we might have gone out, you know, not thinking, just as we go fis.h.i.+ng; and then a great lion might run toward us roaring, and we couldn't get away from him. What should you do, Tom?”

Tom paused, and at last turned away contemptuously, saying, ”But the lion _isn't_ coming. What's the use of talking?”

”But I like to fancy how it would be,” said Maggie, following him.

”Just think what you would do, Tom.”

”Oh, don't bother, Maggie! you're such a silly. I shall go and see my rabbits.”

Maggie's heart began to flutter with fear. She dared not tell the sad truth at once, but she walked after Tom in trembling silence as he went out, thinking how she could tell him the news so as to soften at once his sorrow and his anger; for Maggie dreaded Tom's anger of all things; it was quite a different anger from her own.

”Tom,” she said, timidly, when they were out of doors, ”how much money did you give for your rabbits?”

”Two half-crowns and a sixpence,” said Tom, promptly.

”I think I've got a great deal more than that in my steel purse upstairs. I'll ask mother to give it you.”

”What for?” said Tom. ”I don't want _your_ money, you silly thing.

I've got a great deal more money than you, because I'm a boy. I always have half-sovereigns and sovereigns for my Christmas boxes because I shall be a man, and you only have five-s.h.i.+lling pieces, because you're only a girl.”