silly.â
âLittle boys wouldnât think so. And besides, when you grow up, you will have different people in your head â like Mr Green and the children, only grown up people. And then you could write about them.â
Vernon thought for a long time, then he shook his head.
âI think Iâll be a soldier like Father. Most of the Deyres have been soldiers, Mummy says. Of course you have to be very brave to be a soldier, but I think I would be brave enough.â
Nurse Frances was silent a moment. She was thinking of what Walter Deyre had said of his small son.
âHeâs a plucky little chap â absolutely fearless. Doesnât know what fear is! You should see him on his pony.â
Yes, Vernon was fearless enough in one sense. He had the power of endurance, too. He had borne the pain and discomfort of his broken leg unusually well for so young a child.
But there was another kind of fear. She said slowly after a minute or two:
âTell me again how you fell off the wall that day.â
She knew all about The Beast, and had been careful to display no ridicule. She listened now to Vernon and as he finished she said gently:
âBut youâve known for quite a long time, havenât you, that it isnât a real Beast? That itâs only a thing made of wood and wires.â
âI do know ,â said Vernon. âBut I donât dream it like that. And when I saw it in the garden coming at me ââ
âYou ran away â which was rather a pity, wasnât it? It would have been much better to have stayed and looked . Then youâd have seen the men, and would have known just what it was. Itâs always a good thing to look . Then you can run away afterwards if you still want to â but you usually donât. And Vernon, Iâll tell you something else.â
âYes?â
âThings are never so frightening in front of you as they are behind you. Remember that. Anything seems frightening when itâs behind your back and you canât see it. Thatâs why itâs always better to turn and face things â and then very often you find they are nothing at all.â
Vernon said thoughtfully: âIf Iâd turned round I wouldnât have broken my leg, would I?â
âNo.â
Vernon sighed.
âI donât mind having broken my leg very much. It has been very nice having you to play with.â
He thought Nurse Frances murmured âPoor childâ under her breath, but that, of course, was absurd. She said smiling:
âIâve enjoyed it too. Some of my ill people donât like to play.â
âYou really do like playing, donât you?â said Vernon. âSo does Mr Green.â
He added rather stiffly, for he felt shy:
âPlease donât go away very soon, will you?â
4
But as it happened, Nurse Frances went away much sooner than she might have done. It all happened very suddenly, as things in Vernonâs experience always did.
It started very simply â something that Myra offered to do for Vernon and that he said he would rather have done by Nurse Frances.
He was on crutches now for a short and painful time every day, enjoying the novelty of it very much. He soon got tired, however, and was ready to go back to bed. Today, his mother had suggested his doing so, saying she would help him. But Vernon had been helped by her before. Those big white hands of hers were strangely clumsy. They hurt where they meant to help. He shrank from her well-meant efforts. He said he would wait for Nurse Frances who never hurt.
The words came out with the tactless honesty of children, and in a minute Myra Deyre was at white heat.
Nurse Frances came in two or three minutes later to be received with a flood of reproach.
Turning the boy against his own mother â cruel â wicked â They were all alike â everyone was against her â She had nothing in the world but Vernon and