going to the further end of the garden, where he need have no fear of being interrupted, then he recollected his performance of the morning, and thought that the gardener might be there, and would scold him for digging up Fanny’s plants, so instead of going there, he made his way along the side of the house, till he reached another door, which led to the larder.
“The cook won’t be coming in here at this hour, as she is serving up the dinner, so I shall have the place all to myself!” he observed, thinking how clever he was.
He accordingly went in and closed the door.
“Now I shall soon find out what is inside my ball,” he said chuckling and placing it on the ground. Putting one foot on it, to hold it steady, he began cutting away with the huge knife. The part of the weapon he used was not very sharp, and as the leather yielded, he at first made no impression; at last he made a dig at the ball with the point of the knife, which quickly penetrated it, producing a wide gash. Out rushed the wind faster and faster, as he pressed down his foot, till the coating of leather and the thin bladder inside had become perfectly flat. He took it up wondering at the result, and shook it and told it to get fat again, but all to no purpose. He felt very much inclined to cry, when somehow or other he discovered, that he had done a very foolish thing, but he was not accustomed to blame himself.
“Papa ought to have brought me a different sort of ball, which would not grow thin just because I happen to stick a knife into it,” he muttered to himself.
Again he threw down what had once been a ball, and stamped on it, and abused it for not doing as he told it. At last he began to think that the knife, which he supposed was his grandmamma’s, might be missed and that she would scold him for carrying it away. Taking up the leather therefore, and finding that no one was near, he returned. On his way seeing a thick bush, he threw the case into it—for he was somewhat ashamed of letting his father know the folly of which he had been guilty.
As no one had yet come down, he replaced the knife among the articles from which he had taken it, and ran up to his room. When he came back he found Fanny in the drawing-room reading, she told him that their granny and papa and mamma had gone in to dinner.
“Cannot you do something to amuse me?” he asked.
“Willingly,” she answered, putting aside her own book, and she read some stories to him out of one of the picture-books.
Susan came shortly to call the children to their tea, and they then went down to dessert in the dining-room.