[The History of David Grieve by Mrs. Humphry Ward]@TWC D-Link bookThe History of David Grieve CHAPTER V 9/50
She pinched him when he enraged her beyond bounds, but she never wavered in her determination to go too. Finally they decided to brave Aunt Hannah and take the consequences.
They meant to be out all night in hiding, and in the morning they would come back and take their beatings.
David comfortably reflected that Uncle Reuben couldn't do him much harm, and, though Louie could hardly flatter herself so far, her tone, also, in the matter was philosophical. 'Theer's soom bits o' owd books i' th' top-attic,' she said to David; 'I'll leave 'em in t' stable, an when we coom home, I'll tie 'em on my back--under my dress--an she may leather away till Christmas.' So on their return from Clough End with the bread--about five o'clock--they slipped into the field, crouching under the wall, so as to escape Hannah's observation, deposited their basket by the gate, took up a bundle and tin box which David had hidden that morning under the hedge, and, creeping back again into the road, passed noiselessly through the gate on to the moor, just as Aunt Hannah was lifting the kettle off the fire for tea. Then came a wild and leaping flight over the hill, down to the main Kinder stream, across it, and up the face of the Scout--up, and up, with smothered laughter, and tumbles and scratches at every step, and a glee of revolt and adventure swelling every vein. It was then a somewhat stormy afternoon, with alternate gusts of wind and gleams of sun playing on the black boulders, the red-brown slopes of the mountain.
The air was really cold and cutting, promising a frosty night.
But the children took no notice of it. Up, and on, through the elastic carpet of heather and bilberry, and across bogs which showed like veins of vivid green on the dark surface of the moor; under circling peewits, who fled before them, crying with plaintive shrillness to each other, as though in protest; and past grouse-nests, whence the startled mothers soared precipitately with angry duckings, each leaving behind her a loose gathering of eggs lying wide and open on the heather, those newly laid gleaming a brighter red beside their fellows.
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