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“Goodmorning，“andboltedlikearabbit。EventhenJeremynoticedthathehadpaintonhisfingers，andthattwoofhiswaistcoatbuttonswereunfastened。
Thendowninthehallwhatconfusiontherewas！Boxeshere，thereandeverywhere。Mother，Father，AuntAmy，UncleSamuel，and，mostinterestingofall，Barbaraandthenewnurse。ThenewnursewascalledMrs。Pateham，andshewasstout，red-cheeked，andsmiling。
ThebundleinwhitecalledBarbarawas，mosthappily，sleeping；butHamletbarkedatMrs。Pateham，andthatwokeBarbara，whobegantocry。ThenCollinscameinwithhiscoatoff，andthemusclesswellingonhisshoulders，andhandledtheboxesasthoughtheywerepaper，andthecook，andRose，andWilliam，thehandy-boy，andoldJordan，thegardener，andMrs。Preston，aladyfromtwodoorsdown，whosometimescameintohelp，allbegantobobandsmile，andFathersaid：“Now，mydear。Now，mydear，“andHamletwoundhimselfandhisleadroundeverythingthathecouldsee，andHelenfussedandsaid：“Now，Jeremy，“andMissJonessaid：“Now，children，“andlastofallCollinssaid：“Now，mum；now，sir，“andthentheyallwerebundledintothebus，withthecartandtheluggagecomingalongbehind。
Thedrivethroughthestreetswas，ofcourse，aslovelyasitcouldbe；notintheleastbecauseanyonecouldseeanything——thatwashinderedbythefactthatthewindowsofthebusweresooldthattheywerecrustedwithakindofglassymildew，andnoamountofrubbingonthewindow-panesprovidedonewithaview——butbecausetheinsideofthebuswasinevitablyconnectedwithadventure——
partlythroughitsmotion，partlythroughitsnoise，andpartlythroughitslovelysmell。Thesewere，ofcourse，Jeremy’sviews，anditcan’tdefinitelybeassertedthatallgrown-uppeoplesharedthem。ButwheneverJeremyhadriddeninthatbushehadalwaysbeenonhiswaytosomethingdelightful。Themotion，therefore，rejoicedhisheart，althoughtheviolenceofitwassuchthateveryonewasthrownagainsteveryoneelse，sothatUncleSamuelwassuddenlyhurledagainstthebonnetofMissJones，andHelenstruckAuntAmyinthechest，andJeremyhimselfdivedintohissisterBarbara。Astothesmell，itwasthatlovelywell-knownonethathasinitmiceandstraw，wetumbrellasandwhisky，goloshesandcandle-grease，dustandgreenpaint！Jeremylovedit，andsniffedonthisoccasionsooftenthatMissJonestoldhimtoblowhisnose。Astothenoise，whoistherewhodoesnotrememberthatrattleandclatter，thatsudden，deafeningreportasofthefiringofahundredfirearms，thesuddenpausewheneveryboltandbarandhingesighsandmoanslikethewindorastormysea，andthenthatsuddenscreamoftheclatteringwindows，whenitisasthoughafrenziedcook，havingreceivednoticetoleave，wasbreakingeveryscrapofchinainthekitchen？“Whodoesnotknowthatlastmaddenedroarasthevehiclestumblesacrossthelastpieceofcobbledroad——aroarthatdrowns，withasavageanddeterminedtriumph，allthoselastdirectionsnottoforgetthis，that，andtheother；allthoseinquiriesastowhetherthis，that，andtheotherhadbeenremembered？Cobblesaregonenow，andoldbusessleepindesertedcourts，andCollins，alas，isnot。Hisyoungestsonhasamotor-garage，andPolchesterhasasphalt——sictransitgloria，mundi。
Jeremy，clutchinghisgreenboxwithonehandandHamlet’sleadwiththeother，wasinanecstasyofhappiness。Thelouderthenoise，therockingmotion，thestrongerthesmell，thebetter。“Isn’titlovely？“hemurmuredtoMissJonesduringoneofthepauses。
ItmaybethatitwasatthismomentthatUncleSamuelfinallymadeuphismindaboutJeremy。Inspiteofhisdislike，evenhatredofchildren，hehadbeencomingslowly，duringthelasttwoyears，toanaffectionfor，andinterestin，hisnephewthatwassomethingquitenewtohiscynical，egoisticnature。IthadleaptintoactivityatChristmastime，thenhaddiedagain。Nowas，flungfirstintohissister’sbonyarms，thenontotheterrifiedspectaclesofhisnieceMary，hetriedtorecoverhimself，hewascaughtandheldbythatpictureofhissmallnephew，seated，solidandsquare，inhisbluesailorsuit，hisbarekneesswinging，hishandclutchinghispreciousboxwithanenergythatdefiedFateitselftotakeitfromhim，hismouthset，hiseyesstaring，radiantwithjoy，infrontofhim。
Onarrivalatthestationitwasfoundthattheoneo’clocktoLiskanewas“justaboutdue，“sothattherewasnotimetobelost。
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