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XXIII
Pilkington's
On attaining the age of eight； or thereabout； children fly away
from the Gardens； and never come back。 When next you meet them
they are ladies and gentlemen holding up their umbrellas to hail
a hansom。
Where the girls go to I know not； to some private place； I
suppose； to put up their hair； but the boys have gone to
Pilkington's。 He is a man with a cane。 You may not go to
Pilkington's in knickerbockers made by your mother； make she ever
so artfully。 They must be real knickerbockers。 It is his stern
rule。 Hence the fearful fascination of Pilkington's。
He may be conceived as one who； baiting his hook with real
knickerbockers； fishes all day in the Gardens； which are to him
but a pool swarming with small fry。
Abhorred shade！ I know not what manner of man thou art in the
flesh； sir； but figure thee bearded and blackavised； and of a
lean tortuous habit of body； that moves ever with a swish。 Every
morning； I swear； thou readest avidly the list of male births in
thy paper； and then are thy hands rubbed gloatingly the one upon
the other。 'Tis fear of thee and thy gown and thy cane； which
are part of thee； that makes the fairies to hide by day； wert
thou to linger but once among their haunts between the hours of
Lock…out and Open Gates there would be left not one single gentle
place in all the Gardens。 The little people would flit。 How
much wiser they than the small boys who swim glamoured to thy
crafty hook。 Thou devastator of the Gardens； I know thee；
Pilkington。
I first heard of Pilkington from David； who had it from Oliver
Bailey。
This Oliver Bailey was one of the most dashing figures in the
Gardens； and without apparent effort was daily drawing nearer the
completion of his seventh year at a time when David seemed unable
to get beyond half…past five。 I have to speak of him in the past
tense； for gone is Oliver from the Gardens （gone to Pilkington's）
but he is still a name among us； and some lordly deeds are
remembered of him； as that his father shaved twice a day。 Oliver
himself was all on that scale。
His not ignoble ambition seems always to have been to be wrecked
upon an island； indeed I am told that he mentioned it
insinuatingly in his prayers； and it was perhaps inevitable that
a boy with such an outlook should fascinate David。 I am proud；
therefore； to be able to state on wood that it was Oliver himself
who made the overture。
On first hearing； from some satellite of Oliver's； of Wrecked
Islands； as they are called in the Gardens； David said wistfully
that he supposed you needed to be very very good before you had
any chance of being wrecked； and the remark was conveyed to
Oliver； on whom it made an uncomfortable impression。 For a time
he tried to evade it； but ultimately David was presented to him
and invited gloomily to say it again。 The upshot was that Oliver
advertised the Gardens of his intention to be good until he was
eight； and if he had not been wrecked by that time； to be as
jolly bad as a boy could be。 He was naturally so bad that at the
Kindergarten Academy； when the mistress ordered whoever had done
the last naughty deed to step forward； Oliver's custom had been
to step forward； not necessarily because he had done it； but
because he presumed he very likely had。
The friendship of the two dated from this time； and at first I
thought Oliver discovered generosity in hasting to David as to an
equal； he also walked hand in hand with him； and even reproved
him for delinquencies like a loving elder brother。 But 'tis a
gray world even in the Gardens； for I found that a new
arrangement had been made which reduced Oliver to life…size。 He
had wearied of well…doing； and passed it on； so to speak； to his
friend。 In other words； on David now devolved the task of being
good until he was eight； while Oliver clung to him so closely
that the one could not be wrecked without the other。
When this was made known to me it was already too late to break
the spell of Oliver； David was top…heavy with pride in him； and；
faith； I began to find myself very much in the cold； for Oliver
was frankly bored by me and even David seemed to think it would
be convenient if I went and sat with Irene。 Am I affecting to
laugh？ I was really distressed and lonely； and rather bitter； and
how humble I became。 Sometimes when the dog Joey is unable； by
frisking； to induce Porthos to play with him； he stands on his
hind legs and begs it of him； and I do believe I was sometimes as
humble as Joey。 Then David would insist on my being suffered to
join them； but it was plain that he had no real occasion for me。
It was an unheroic trouble； and I despised myself。 For years I
had been fighting Mary for David； and had not wholly failed
though she was advantaged by the accident of relationship； was I
now to be knocked out so easily by a seven year old？ I
reconsidered my weapons； and I fought Oliver and beat him。
Figure to yourself those two boys become as faithful to me as my
coat…tails。
With wrecked islands I did it。 I began in the most unpretentious
way by telling them a story which might last an hour； and
favoured by many an unexpected wind it lasted eighteen months。
It started as the wreck of the simple Swiss family who looked up
and saw the butter tree； but soon a glorious inspiration of the
night turned it into the wreck of David A and Oliver Bailey。
At first it was what they were to do when they were wrecked； but
imperceptibly it became what they had done。 I spent much of my
time staring reflectively at the titles of the boys' stories in
the booksellers' windows； whistling for a breeze； so to say； for
I found that the titles were even more helpful than the stories。
We wrecked everybody of note； including all Homer's most taking
characters and the hero of Paradise Lost。 But we suffered them
not to land。 We stripped them of what we wanted and left them to
wander the high seas naked of adventure。 And all this was merely
the beginning。
By this time I had been cast upon the island。 It was not my own
proposal； but David knew my wishes； and he made it all right for
me with Oliver。 They found me among the breakers with a large
dog； which had kept me afloat throughout that terrible night。 I
was the sole survivor of the ill…fated Anna Pink。 So exhausted
was I that they had to carry me to their hut； and great was my
gratitude when on opening my eyes； I found myself in that
romantic edifice instead of in Davy Jones's locker。 As we walked
in the Gardens I told them of the hut they had built； and they
were inflated but not surprised。 On the other hand they looked
for surprise from me。
〃Did we tell you about the turtle we turned on its back？〃 asked
Oliver； reverting to deeds of theirs of which I had previously
told them。
〃You did。〃
〃Who turned it？〃 demanded David； not as one who needed
information but after the manner of a schoolmaster。
〃It was turned；〃 I said； 〃by David A； the younger of the two
youths。〃
〃Who made the monkeys fling cocoa…nuts at him？〃 asked the older
of the two youths。
〃Oliver Bailey；〃 I replied。
〃Was it Oliver；〃 asked David sharply； 〃that found the cocoa…nut…
tree first？〃
〃On the contrary；〃 I answered； 〃it was first observed by David；
who immediately climbed it； remarking； 'This is certainly the
cocos…nucifera； for； see； dear Oliver； the slender columns
supporting the crown of leaves which fall with a grace that no
art can imitate。'〃
〃That's what I said；〃 remarked David with a wave of his hand。
〃I said things like that； too；〃 Oliver insisted。
〃No； you didn't then；〃 said David。
〃Yes； I did so。〃
〃No； you didn't so。〃
〃Shut up。〃
〃Well； then； let's hear one you said。〃
Oliver looked appealingly at me。 〃The following；〃 I announced；
〃is one that Oliver said： 'Truly dear comrade； though the perils
of these happenings are great； and our privations calculated to
break the stoutest heart； yet to be rewarded by such fair sights
I would endure still greater trials and still rejoice even as the
bird on yonder bough。'〃
〃That's one I said！〃 crowed Oliver。
〃I shot the bird；〃 said David instantly。
〃What bird？〃
〃The yonder bird。〃
〃No； you didn't。〃
〃Did I not shoot the bird？〃
〃It was David who shot the bird；〃 I said； 〃but it was Oliver who
saw by its multi…coloured plumage that it was one of the
Psittacidae； an excellent substitute for partridge。〃
〃You didn't see that；〃 said Oliver； rather swollen。
〃Yes； I did。〃
〃What did you see？〃
〃I saw that。〃
〃What？〃
〃You shut up。〃
〃David shot it；〃 I summed up； 〃and Oliver knew its name； but I
ate it。 Do you remember how hungry I was？〃
〃Rather！〃 said David。
〃I cooked it；〃 said Oliver。
〃It was served up on toast；〃 I reminded