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HOLIDAY ROMANCE

HOLIDAY ROMANCE IN
FOUR PARTS

By Charles Dickens

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PART I - INTRODUCTORY

ROMANCE PROM THE PEN OF

WILLIAM TINKLING, ESQ. (Aged

eight.)

THIS beginning-part is not made out of anybody's head, you know. It's
real. You must believe this beginning-part more than what comes after,
else you won't understand how what comes after came to be written. You
must believe it all; but you must believe this most, please. I am the
editor of it. Bob Redforth (he's my cousin, and shaking the table on
purpose) wanted to be the editor of it; but I said he shouldn't because he
couldn't. HE has no idea of being an editor.

Nettie Ashford is my bride. We were married in the right-hand closet
in the corner of the dancing-school, where first we met, with a ring (a
green one) from Wilkingwater's toy-shop. I owed for it out of my
pocket-money. When the rapturous ceremony was over, we all four went
up the lane and let off a cannon (brought loaded in Bob Redforth's
waistcoat-pocket) to announce our nuptials. It flew right up when it went
off, and turned over. Next day, Lieut.- Col. Robin Redforth was united,
with similar ceremonies, to Alice Rainbird. This time the cannon burst
with a most terrific explosion, and made a puppy bark.

My peerless bride was, at the period of which we now treat, in
captivity at Miss Grimmer's. Drowvey and Grimmer is the partnership,
and opinion is divided which is the greatest beast. The lovely bride of the
colonel was also immured in the dungeons of the same establishment. A
vow was entered into, between the colonel and myself, that we would cut
them out on the following Wednesday when walking two and two.

Under the desperate circumstances of the case, the active brain of the
colonel, combining with his lawless pursuit (he is a pirate), suggested an
attack with fireworks. This, however, from motives of humanity, was
abandoned as too expensive.

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Lightly armed with a paper-knife buttoned up under his jacket, and
waving the dreaded black flag at the end of a cane, the colonel took
command of me at two P.M. on the eventful and appointed day. He had
drawn out the plan of attack on a piece of paper, which was rolled up
round a hoop-stick. He showed it to me. My position and my full-
length portrait (but my real ears don't stick out horizontal) was behind a
corner lamp-post, with written orders to remain there till I should see Miss
Drowvey fall. The Drowvey who was to fall was the one in spectacles,
not the one with the large lavender bonnet. At that signal I was to rush

forth, seize my bride, and fight my way to the lane. There a junction
would be effected between myself and the colonel; and putting our brides
behind us, between ourselves and the palings, we were to conquer or die.

The enemy appeared, - approached. Waving his black flag, the
colonel attacked. Confusion ensued. Anxiously I awaited my signal;
but my signal came not. So far from falling, the hated Drowvey in
spectacles appeared to me to have muffled the colonel's head in his
outlawed banner, and to be pitching into him with a parasol. The one in
the lavender bonnet also performed prodigies of valour with her fists on
his back. Seeing that all was for the moment lost, I fought my desperate
way hand to hand to the lane. Through taking the back road, I was so
fortunate as to meet nobody, and arrived there uninterrupted.

It seemed an age ere the colonel joined me. He had been to the
jobbing tailor's to be sewn up in several places, and attributed our defeat to
the refusal of the detested Drowvey to fall. Finding her so obstinate, he
had said to her, 'Die, recreant!' but had found her no more open to reason
on that point than the other.

My blooming bride appeared, accompanied by the colonel's bride, at
the dancing-school next day. What? Was her face averted from me?
Hah? Even so. With a look of scorn, she put into my hand a bit of
paper, and took another partner. On the paper was pencilled, 'Heavens!
Can I write the word? Is my husband a cow?'

In the first bewilderment of my heated brain, I tried to think what
slanderer could have traced my family to the ignoble animal mentioned
above. Vain were my endeavours. At the end of that dance I whispered

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the colonel to come into the cloak-room and I showed him the note.

'There is a syllable wanting,' said he, with a gloomy brow.

'Hah! What syllable?' was my inquiry.

'She asks, can she write the word? And no; you see she couldn't,' said
the colonel, pointing out the passage.

'And the word was?' said I.

'Cow - cow - coward,' hissed the pirate-colonel in my ear, and gave me
back the note.

Feeling that I must for ever tread the earth a branded boy, - person I
mean, - or that I must clear up my honour, I demanded to be tried by a
court-martial. The colonel admitted my right to be tried. Some
difficulty was found in composing the court, on account of the Emperor of
France's aunt refusing to let him come out. He was to be the president.
Ere yet we had appointed a substitute, he made his escape over the back-
wall, and stood among us, a free monarch.

The court was held on the grass by the pond. I recognised, in a
certain admiral among my judges, my deadliest foe. A cocoa-nut had
given rise to language that I could not brook; but confiding in my
innocence, and also in the knowledge that the President of the United
States (who sat next him) owed me a knife, I braced myself for the ordeal.

It was a solemn spectacle, that court. Two executioners with
pinafores reversed led me in. Under the shade of an umbrella I perceived
my bride, supported by the bride of the pirate-colonel. The president,
having reproved a little female ensign for tittering, on a matter of life or
death, called upon me to plead, 'Coward or no coward, guilty or not
guilty?' I pleaded in a firm tone, 'No coward and not guilty.' (The little
female ensign being again reproved by the president for misconduct,
mutinied, left the court, and threw stones.)

My implacable enemy, the admiral, conducted the case against me.
The colonel's bride was called to prove that I had remained behind the
corner lamp-post during the engagement. I might have been spared the
anguish of my own bride's being also made a witness to the same point,
but the admiral knew where to wound me. Be still, my soul, no matter.
The colonel was then brought forward with his evidence.

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It was for this point that I had saved myself up, as the turning-point of
my case. Shaking myself free of my guards, -who had no business to
hold me, the stupids, unless I was found guilty, - I asked the colonel what
he considered the first duty of a soldier? Ere he could reply, the President
of the United States rose and informed the court, that my foe, the admiral,
had suggested 'Bravery,' and that prompting a witness wasn't fair. The
president of the court immediately ordered the admiral's mouth to be filled
with leaves, and tied up with string. I had the satisfaction of seeing the
sentence carried into effect before the proceedings went further.

I then took a paper from my trousers-pocket, and asked, 'What do you
consider, Col. Redford, the first duty of a soldier? Is it obedience?'

'It is,' said the colonel.

'Is that paper - please to look at it - in your hand?'

'It is,' said the colonel.

'Is it a military sketch?'

'It is,' said the colonel.

'Of an engagement?'

'Quite so,' said the colonel.

'Of the late engagement?'

'Of the late engagement.'

'Please to describe it, and then hand it to the president of the court.'

From that triumphant moment my sufferings and my dangers were at
an end. The court rose up and jumped, on discovering that I had strictly
obeyed orders. My foe, the admiral, who though muzzled was malignant
yet, contrived to suggest that I was dishonoured by having quitted the field.
But the colonel himself had done as much, and gave his opinion, upon his
word and honour as a pirate, that when all was lost the field might be
quitted without disgrace. I was going to be found 'No coward and not
guilty,' and my blooming bride was going to be publicly restored to my
arms in a procession, when an unlooked-for event disturbed the general
rejoicing. This was no other than the Emperor of France's aunt catching
hold of his hair. The proceedings abruptly terminated, and the court
tumultuously dissolved.

It was when the shades of the next evening but one were beginning to

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fall, ere yet the silver beams of Luna touched the earth, that four forms
might have been descried slowly advancing towards the weeping willow
on the borders of the pond, the now deserted scene of the day before
yesterday's agonies and triumphs. On a nearer approach, and by a
practised eye, these might have been identified as the forms of the pirate-
colonel with his bride, and of the day before yesterday's gallant prisoner
with his bride.

On the beauteous faces of the Nymphs dejection sat enthroned. All
four reclined under the willow for some minutes without speaking, till at
length the bride of the colonel poutingly observed, 'It's of no use
pretending any more, and we had better give it up.'

'Hah!' exclaimed the pirate. 'Pretending?'

'Don't go on like that; you worry me,' returned his bride.

The lovely bride of Tinkling echoed the incredible declaration. The
two warriors exchanged stony glances.

'If,' said the bride of the pirate-colonel, 'grown-up people WON'T do
what they ought to do, and WILL put us out, what comes of our
pretending?'

'We only get into scrapes,' said the bride of Tinkling.

'You know very well,' pursued the colonel's bride, 'that Miss Drowvey
wouldn't fall. You complained of it yourself. And you know how
disgracefully the court-martial ended. As to our marriage; would my
people acknowledge it at home?'

'Or would my people acknowledge ours?' said the bride of Tinkling.

Again the two warriors exchanged stony glances.

'If you knocked at the door and claimed me, after you were told to go
away,' said the colonel's bride, 'you would only have your hair pulled, or
your ears, or your nose.'

'If you persisted in ringing at the bell and claiming me,' said the bride
of Tinkling to that gentleman, 'you would have things dropped on your
head from the window over the handle, or you would be played upon by
the garden-engine.'

'And at your own homes,' resumed the bride of the colonel, 'it would
be just as bad. You would be sent to bed, or something equally

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undignified. Again, how would you support us?'

The pirate-colonel replied in a courageous voice, 'By rapine!' But his
bride retorted, 'Suppose the grown-up people wouldn't be rapined?'
'Then,' said the colonel, 'they should pay the penalty in blood.' - 'But
suppose they should object,' retorted his bride, 'and wouldn't pay the
penalty in blood or anything else?'

A mournful silence ensued.

'Then do you no longer love me, Alice?' asked the colonel.

'Redforth! I am ever thine,' returned his bride.

'Then do you no longer love me, Nettie?' asked the present writer.

'Tinkling! I am ever thine,' returned my bride.

We all four embraced. Let me not be misunderstood by the giddy.
The colonel embraced his own bride, and I embraced mine. But two
times two make four.

'Nettie and I,' said Alice mournfully, 'have been considering our
position. The grown-up people are too strong for us. They make us
ridiculous. Besides, they have changed the times. William Tinkling's
baby brother was christened yesterday. What took place? Was any king
present? Answer, William.'

I said No, unless disguised as Great-uncle Chopper.

'Any queen?'

There had been no queen that I knew of at our house. There might
have been one in the kitchen: but I didn't think so, or the servants would
have mentioned it.

'Any fairies?'

None that were visible.

'We had an idea among us, I think,' said Alice, with a melancholy
smile, 'we four, that Miss Grimmer would prove to be the wicked fairy,
and would come in at the christening with her crutch-stick, and give the
child a bad gift. Was there anything of that sort? Answer, William.'

I said that ma had said afterwards (and so she had), that Great- uncle
Chopper's gift was a shabby one; but she hadn't said a bad one. She had
called it shabby, electrotyped, second-hand, and below his income.

'It must be the grown-up people who have changed all this,' said Alice.

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'WE couldn't have changed it, if we had been so inclined, and we never
should have been. Or perhaps Miss Grimmer IS a wicked fairy after all,
and won't act up to it because the grown-up people have persuaded her not
to. Either way, they would make us ridiculous if we told them what we
expected.'

'Tyrants!' muttered the pirate-colonel.

'Nay, my Redforth,' said Alice, 'say not so. Call not names, my
Redforth, or they will apply to pa.'

'Let 'em,' said the colonel. 'I do not care. Who's he?'

Tinkling here undertook the perilous task of remonstrating with his
lawless friend, who consented to withdraw the moody expressions above
quoted.

'What remains for us to do?' Alice went on in her mild, wise way. 'We
must educate, we must pretend in a new manner, we must wait.'

The colonel clenched his teeth, - four out in front, and a piece of
another, and he had been twice dragged to the door of a dentist- despot,
but had escaped from his guards. 'How educate? How pretend in a new
manner? How wait?'

'Educate the grown-up people,' replied Alice. 'We part to-night. Yes,
Redforth,' - for the colonel tucked up his cuffs, - 'part to- night! Let us in
these next holidays, now going to begin, throw our thoughts into
something educational for the grown-up people, hinting to them how
things ought to be. Let us veil our meaning under a mask of romance;
you, I, and Nettie. William Tinkling being the plainest and quickest
writer, shall copy out. Is it agreed?'

The colonel answered sulkily, 'I don't mind.' He then asked, 'How
about pretending?'

'We will pretend,' said Alice, 'that we are children; not that we are
those grown-up people who won't help us out as they ought, and who
understand us so badly.'

The colonel, still much dissatisfied, growled, 'How about waiting?'

'We will wait,' answered little Alice, taking Nettie's hand in hers, and
looking up to the sky, 'we will wait - ever constant and true - till