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ezes； and which reminded Miss Fosbrook of a brick…field。
〃Potatoes！ Potatoes！ We'll roast some potatoes； and have them for tea！〃 bellowed all the voices； so that Miss Fosbrook could hardly find a space for very unwillingly saying；
〃But； my dears； I don't know whether I ought to let you play with fire。〃
〃Oh； we always do；〃 roared the children； and Susan added；
〃We always roast potatoes when there's a bonfire。 Mamma always lets us； it is only Purday that is cross。〃
〃Yes； yes； Mamma lets us。〃
〃Well； if Sam and Susan say it is right； I trust to them；〃 said Miss Fosbrook gladly； 〃only you must let me come out and see what it is。 I am too much of a Londoner to know。〃
〃Oh yes； and we'll roast you some potatoes。〃
So the uproarious population tumbled upstairs； there to be invested with rougher brown…holland garments than those that already concealed the sprigged cottons of the girls； and when the five came down again； they were so much alike in dress； that it was not easy to tell girls from boys。 Susan brought little George down with her； and off the party set。 Sam and Hal； who had been waiting in the hall； took Miss Fosbrook between them； as if they thought it their duty to do the honours of the bonfire； and conducted her across the garden； through the kitchen…garden； across which lay a long sluggish bar of heavy and very odorous smoke； to a gate in a quickset hedge。 Here were some sheds and cart…houses； a fagot pile； various logs of timber； a grindstone； andthat towards which all the eight children rushed with whoops of ecstasya heap of smoking rubbish； chiefly dry leaves； and peas and potato haulm； with a large allowance of cabbage stumpsall extremely earthy； and looking as if the smouldering smoke were a wonder from so mere a heap of dirt。
No matter！ There were all the children round it； some on their knees； some jumping； and voices were crying on all sides；
〃O jolly； jolly！〃 〃I'll get some potatoes！〃 〃Oh； you must have some sticks first； and make some ashes。〃 〃There's no flamenot a bit！〃 〃Get out of the way； can't you？ I'll make a hot place。〃 〃We'll each have our own oven； and roast our own potatoes！〃 〃Don't； Sam； you're pushing me into the smoke！〃
This of course was from Elizabeth； and there followed； 〃Don't； Bessie； you will tread upon Georgie。Yes； Georgie； you SHALL have a place。〃
〃Sticks； sticks！〃 shouted Henry； while Sam was on his knees； poking out a species of cavern in the fire； where some symptoms of red embers appeared； which he diligently puffed with his mouth； feeding it with leaves and smaller chips in a very well practised way。 〃Sticks； Annie！ Johnnie！ Davy！ get sticks； I say； and we'll make an oven。〃
Annie obeyed； but the two little boys were intent on imitating Sam on another side of the fire； and Johnnie uttered a gruff 〃Get 'em yourself；〃 while David took no notice at all。
Perhaps Hal would have betaken himself to no gentle means if Susan had not hastily put in his way a plentiful supply of dead wood； which she had been letting little George think he picked up all himself； and there was keen excitement； which Christabel could not help sharing； while under Sam's breath the red edges of the half…burnt chip glowed； flushed； widened； then went sparkling doubtfully； slowly； to the light bit of potato…stalk that he held to it； glowing as he blewfading； smoking； when he took breath。 Try againpuff； puff； puff diligently； the fire evidently has a taste for the delicate little shaving that Annie has found for it； it seizes on it； anotheranother； a flame at last。 Hurrah！ pile on more； not too much。 〃Don't put it out！〃 Oh； there！ strong flamecoming crackling up through those smothering heaps of stick and haulm； it won't be kept down； it rises in the wind； it is a red flaring banner。 The children shriek in transports of admiration； little George loudest of all； because Susan is holding him tight； lest he should run into the brilliant flame。 Miss Fosbrook is rather appalled； but the children are all safe on the windward side； and seem used to it； so she supposes it is all right； and the flame dies down faster than it rose。 It is again an innocent smouldering heap； like a volcano after an eruption。
〃We must not let it blaze again just yet；〃 said Sam； 〃keep it down well with sticks； to make some nice white ashes for the potatoes。 See； I'll make an oven。〃
They were all stooping round this precious hot corner； some kneeling； some sitting on the ground； David with hands on his sturdy kneesall intent on nursing that creeping red spark； as it smouldered from chip to chip； leaving a black trace wherever it went； when through the thick smoke； that was like an absolute curtain hiding everything on the farther side； came headlong a huge bundle of weeds launched overwhelmingly on the fire； and falling on the children's heads in an absolute shower； knocking Johnnie down； but on a soft and innocent side of the fire among the cabbage…stumps； and seeming likely to bury Sam； who leant over to shelter his precious oven； and puffed away as if nothing was happening； amid the various shouts around him； in which 〃Purday〃 was the most audible word。
〃Ah； so you've got at he； after all；〃 said Purday； leaning on the fork with which he had thrown on the weeds。 〃Nothing is safe from you。〃
〃What； you thought you had a new place； Purday； and circumvented us！〃 cried Hal； 〃but we smelt you out； you old rogue； we weren't going to be baulked of our bonfire。〃
Miss Fosbrook here ventured on asking if they were doing mischief； and Purday answered with an odd gruff noise； 〃Mischief enoughay； to be surehucking the fire all abroad。 It's what they're always after。 I did think I'd got it safe out of their way this time。〃
〃Then；〃 in rather a frightened voice； for she felt that it would be a tremendous trial of her powers； 〃should I make them come away？〃
〃Catch her！〃 muttered Hal。
There was horror and disapprobation on Susan's face。 Annie stood with her mouth open； while John； throwing himself on the ground with fury； rolled over； crying out something about； 〃I won't；〃 and 〃very cross；〃 and David lay flat on his face； puffing at his own particular oven； like a little Wind in an old picture。 Sam waited； leaning on the ashen stick that served him as a poker。 It was the most audacious thing he had ever heard。 Rob them of their bonfire！ Would that old traitor of a Purday abet her？
Perhaps Purday was as much astonished as the rest； but； after all； much as the children tormented his bonfires； overset his haycocks； and disturbed his wood…pile； he did not like anyone to scold them but himself； much less the new London Lady； so he made up an odd sort of grin； and said； 〃No； no； Ma'am； it ain't that they do so much harm； let 'em bide；〃 and he proceeded to shake on the rest of his barrowful； tumbling the weeds down over David's cherished oven in utter disregard； but the children cried with one voice； 〃Hurrah！ hurrah！ Purday； we don't do any harm； so don't ever grumble again。 Hurrah！〃
〃And I don't care for HER； the crosspatch；〃 said Johnnie to Annie； never hearing or heeding Miss Fosbrook's fervent 〃I am so glad！〃
And as long as the foolish boy remembered it； he always did believe