Part 3 (1/2)
Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie Kissed the girls, and made them cry,
though I never did anything of the kind,--one doesn't do that sort of thing when one is young,--and wise, that comes later, and brings its own care, and--er--heart-break.” Here Bellew sighed, and hacked a piece from the loaf with the clasp-knife. ”Are you hungry, Georgy Porgy?” he enquired, glancing up at the boy who had risen, and was removing some of the soil and dust from his small person with his cap.
”Yes I am.”
”Then here is bread, and cheese, and bottled stout,--so fall to, good comrade.”
”Thank you, but I've got a piece of bread an' jam in my bundle,--”
”Bundle?”
”I dropped it as I came through the hedge, I'll get it,” and as he spoke, he turned, and, climbing up the bank, presently came back with a very small bundle that dangled from the end of a very long stick, and seating himself beside Bellew, he proceeded to open it. There, sure enough, was the bread and jam in question, seemingly a little the worse for wear and tear, for Bellew observed various articles adhering to it, amongst other things, a battered penknife, and a top. These, however, were readily removed, and Georgy Porgy fell to with excellent appet.i.te.
”And pray,” enquired Bellew, after they had munched silently together, some while, ”pray where might you be going?”
”I don't know yet,” answered Georgy Porgy with a shake of his curls.
”Good again!” exclaimed Bellew, ”neither do I.”
”Though I've been thinking of Africa,” continued his diminutive companion, turning the remain of the bread and jam over and over thoughtfully.
”Africa!” repeated Bellew, staring, ”that's quite a goodish step from here.”
”Yes,” sighed Georgy Porgy, ”but, you see, there's gold there, oh, lots of it! they dig it out of the ground with shovels, you know. Old Adam told me all 'bout it; an' it's gold I'm looking for, you see, I'm trying to find a fortune.”
”I--er--beg your pardon--?” said Bellew.
”Money, you know,” explained Georgy, Porgy with a patient sigh, ”pounds, an' s.h.i.+llings, an' bank-notes--in a sack if I can get them.”
”And what does such a very small Georgy Porgy want so much money for?”
”Well, it's for my Auntie, you know, so she won't have to sell her house, an' go away from Dapplemere. She was telling me, last night, when I was in bed,--she always comes to tuck me up, you know, an' she told me she was 'fraid we'd have to sell Dapplemere an' go to live somewhere else. So I asked why, an' she said ''cause she hadn't any money,' an'
'Oh Georgy!' she said, 'oh Georgy, if we could only find enough money to pay off the--the--'”
”Mortgage?” suggested Bellew, at a venture.
”Yes,--that's it, but how did you know?”
”Never mind how, go on with your tale, Georgy Porgy.”
”'If--we could only find enough money, or somebody would leave us a fortune,' she said,--an' she was crying too, 'cause I felt a tear fall on me, you know. So this morning I got up, awful' early, an' made myself a bundle on a stick,--like d.i.c.k Whittington had when he left home, an' I started off to find a fortune.”
”I see,” nodded Bellew.
”But I haven't found anything--yet,” said Georgy Porgy, with a long sigh, ”I s'pose money takes a lot of looking for, doesn't it?”
”Sometimes,” Bellew answered. ”And do you live alone with your Auntie then, Georgy Porgy?”
”Yes;--most boys live with their mothers, but that's where I'm different, I don't need one 'cause I've got my Auntie Anthea.”