Late, Late in the Evening

live, my lass. Remember what happened to Dives, who also had a beggar at his gate.'

'They're in the front room,' said Kenneth, 'whoever it is. Let's go round the back.'

'We can't,' I said. 'Not to sneak in, I mean. We can't get over that iron fence, and, if we did get over, we might not be able to get back.'

'Oh, that's all right. There's a ladder in the cartshed. We could use that.'

'To get over? Well, perhaps, but we still couldn't get back without lifting the ladder across, and I don't believe we could manage it. The ladder's too long and heavy.'

'We'll worry about that later on.'

'We could get in over the side wall,' I said, eyeing the only part of the property which grandfather kept in repair to mark the boundary of his jurisdiction, for the cottage was the last one in the road, 'if it wasn't for all that broken glass on top.'

'Yes, that's no good. Well, come on. Let's get that ladder. We'd better go in through grandfather's big gates again, not the side entrance. We don't want anybody to see us. There might be questions asked.'

The big gates were those through which we had passed to get to the chicken run and through which, at one time, when he and Polly the horse were younger, our grandfather had driven the wagon to market. They were always wide open nowadays and nobody except ourselves used them. We trudged up the hill, darted in through the big gates to the smallholding and took the broad path to the well. Here we turned at right-angles for the cartshed and found the ladder. It was long and heavy. In the end it proved too much for us.

'Oh, blow!' said Kenneth. 'Now what do we do?'

'If it's a workman to do some repairs, he'll knock off at twelve,' I said. 'Let's go and spend our money and wait for him to go.'

'It's hours before twelve. I vote we snake in by the front door and see who's there. If it's a workman he'll only tell us to hop it.'

'But I don't believe it is a workman,' I said. 'I heard Uncle Arthur tell Aunt Kirstie that all the place was fit for was to come down and that he was sorry for the chaps who had to do the job because the bugs would be worse than a London slum. Anyway, it's Saturday. They wouldn't start a job like that on a Saturday.'

'Then it's Mr Ward. He might get waxy if we spied on him.'

'All right, then, let's spend. Brandy balls or Old Mother Honour?'

'We've got enough for both.' We stopped at Miss Summers' shop. It was not a real shop, as Old Mother Honour's was. By that I mean it had been built as an ordinary house, but Miss Summers' father, who had had it before her, had altered the front window and made it into a big, square bay with a broad shelf behind on which were loaves and buns and a couple of jars of sweets to show that she sold those as well.

As we were looking in at the window, Our Ern came up behind us.

'Hullo! Spenden?' he asked covetously. 'Me, Oi be saven up for the fair.'

'Oh, so are we,' said Kenneth. 'How much have you got?'

'Two shellen and tuppence. Oi ben sellen buckets o' dung. Our Sarah, her got near enough foive bob. Her ben taken lettle babies out. Sometoimes her gets gev as much as a sexpence for that.'

'Where does she get the babies from?' (Kenneth knew that nobody in the village would give twopence, let alone sixpence, for pushing a baby out in its perambulator.)

'En the town of a Saturday afternoon when her's done out our bedrooms.'

'And where do you get the manure?'

'At the stables where the College gents keeps their 'orses. Oi reckons to 'ave foive bob, too, come the fair.'

'You could take babies out, couldn't you?' said Kenneth, when Our Ern had gone.

'No, I couldn't. I hate babies,' I said. 'And you wouldn't be allowed to collect buckets of manure, so you needn't think any more about it.'

'I could get it from old Polly's stable, but I wouldn't know where to sell it.'

'Old Polly bites and kicks. Look, the coast's clear. Let's buy the brandy balls.'

We did this, and bought four ounces between us instead of two ounces each.

'That way,' said Kenneth, when we left the shop, 'she can only cheat us out of one brandy ball, not two.' I did not need this explanation, as the manoeuvre was one we had used before. The only snag was that sometimes, when it came to the divvying up, there was an odd instead of an even number of brandy balls. However, we were accustomed to solve this problem by taking turns at sucking the extra sweet. On arrival at Mother Honour's we saw a couple of the village children coming towards us, so we did not stop, but strolled on as though we were going on to The Marsh.

'Ent you got nothen to spend, then?' asked one child, with a sneer. 'Thought you was rech!'

'Saving up for the fair,' said Kenneth promptly. 'What about you?'

'Oh,' said the other, 'us too an' all. Bet you ent got as much as Oi 'ave.'

'Six shillings,' said Kenneth, lying, of course.

'Garn! Oi don't believe et! Let's see et, then.'

'You'll see it when the time comes.'