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There were only three people of real importance in VernonтАЩs world: Nurse, God and Mr.┬аGreen. + 

There were, of course, the nursemaids. Winnie, the present one, and behind her Jane and Annie and Sarah and Gladys. Those were all the ones that Vernon could remember, but there were lots more. Nursery maids never stayed long because they couldnтАЩt get on with Nurse. They hardly counted in VernonтАЩs world. + 

There was also a kind of twin deity called Mummy-Daddy mentioned by Vernon in his prayers and also connected with going down to dessert. They were shadowy figures, rather beautiful and wonderfulтБатАФespecially MummyтБатАФbut they again did not belong to the real worldтБатАФVernonтАЩs world. + 

The things in VernonтАЩs world were very real indeed. There was the drugget on the nursery floor, for instance. It was of green and white stripes and rather scrubbly to bare knees and in one corner of it was a hole which Vernon used surreptitiously to make bigger by working his fingers round in it. There were the nursery walls where mauve irises twined themselves interminably upwards round a pattern that was sometimes diamonds and sometimes, if you looked at it long enough, crosses. That seemed very interesting to Vernon and rather magical. + 

There was a rocking horse against one wall, but Vernon seldom rode on it. There was a basket-work engine and some basket-work trucks which he played with a good deal. There was a low cupboard full of more or less dilapidated toys. On an upper shelf were the more delectable contents that you played with on a wet day or when Nurse was in an unusually good temper. The Paint Box was there and the Real Camel Hair Brushes and a heap of illustrated papers for Cutting Out. In fact, all the things that Nurse said were тАЬthat messy she couldnтАЩt abear them about.тАЭ In other words, the best things. + 

And in the centre of this realistic nursery universe, dominating everything, was Nurse herself. Person No.┬а1 of VernonтАЩs Trinity. Very big and broad, very starched and crackling. Omniscient and omnipotent. You couldnтАЩt get the better of Nurse. She knew better than little boys. She frequently said so. Her whole lifetime had been spent looking after little boys (and incidentally little girls too, but Vernon was not interested in them) and one and all they had grown up to be a Credit to her. She said so and Vernon believed her. He had no doubt that he also would grow up to be a Credit to her, though sometimes it didnтАЩt seem likely. There was something awe-inspiring about Nurse, but at the same time infinitely comfortable. She knew the answer to everything. For instance, Vernon propounded the riddle about the diamonds and the crosses on the wallpaper. + 

тАЬAh! well,тАЭ said Nurse, тАЬthereтАЩs two ways of looking at everything. You must have heard that.тАЭ + 

And as Vernon had heard her say much the same to Winnie one day, he was soothed and satisfied. On the occasion in question, Nurse had gone on to say that there were always two sides to a question and in future Vernon always visualized a question as something like a letter A with crosses creeping up one side of it and diamonds going down the other. + 

After Nurse there was God. God was also very real to Vernon mainly because he bulked so largely in NurseтАЩs conversation. Nurse knew most things that you did, but God knew everything, and God was, if anything, more particular than Nurse. You couldnтАЩt see God, which, Vernon always felt, gave him rather an unfair advantage over you, because he could see you. Even in the dark, he could see you. Sometimes when Vernon was in bed at night, the thought of God looking down at him through the darkness used to give him a creepy feeling down the spine. + 

But on the whole, God was an intangible person compared with Nurse. You could conveniently forget about him most of the time. That was, until Nurse lugged him deliberately into the conversation. + 

Once Vernon essayed revolt. + 

тАЬNurse, do you know what I shall do when IтАЩm dead?тАЭ + 

Nurse, who was knitting stockings, said: тАЬOne, two, three, four, there now, IтАЩve dropped a stitch. No, Master Vernon, IтАЩm sure I donтАЩt.тАЭ + 

тАЬI shall go to HeavenтБатАФI shall go to HeavenтБатАФand I shall go right up to GodтБатАФright up to him I shall go, and I shall say: тАШYouтАЩre an тАЩorrible man and I тАЩate you!тАЩтАКтАЭ + 

Silence. It was done. He had said it. Unbelievable, unparalleled audacity! What would happen? What awful punishment terrestrial or celestial would descend upon him? He waitedтБатАФbreathless. + 

Nurse had picked up the stitch. She looked at Vernon over the top of her spectacles. She was sereneтБатАФunruffled. + 

тАЬItтАЩs not likely,тАЭ she remarked, тАЬthat the Almighty will take any notice of what a naughty little boy says. Winnie, give me those scissors, if you please.тАЭ + 

Vernon retired crestfallen. It was no good. You couldnтАЩt down Nurse. He might have known. + 

II + 

And then there was Mr.┬аGreen. Mr.┬аGreen was like God in that you couldnтАЩt see him, but to Vernon he was very real. He knew, for instance, exactly what Mr.┬аGreen looked likeтБатАФof middle height, rather stout, a faint resemblance to the village grocer who sang an uncertain baritone in the village choir, bright red cheeks and mutton chop whiskers. His eyes were blue, a very bright blue. The great thing about Mr.┬аGreen was that he playedтБатАФhe loved playing. Whatever game Vernon thought of, that was just the game that Mr.┬аGreen loved to play. There were other points about him. He had, for instance, a hundred children. And three others. The hundred, in VernonтАЩs mind, were kept intact, a joyous mob that raced down the yew alleys behind Vernon and Mr.┬аGreen. But the three others were different. They were called by the three most beautiful names that Vernon knew: Poodle, Squirrel and Tree. + 

Vernon was, perhaps, a lonely little boy, but he never knew it. Because, you see, he had Mr.┬аGreen and Poodle, Squirrel and Tree to play with. + 

III + 

For a long time Vernon was undecided as to where Mr.┬аGreenтАЩs home was. It came to him quite suddenly that of course Mr.┬аGreen lived in the Forest. The Forest had always been fascinating to Vernon. One side of the Park bordered on it. There were high green palings and Vernon used to creep along them hoping for a crack that would let him see through. There were whisperings and sighings and rustlings all along, as though the trees were speaking to each other. Halfway down there was a door, but alas, it was always locked, so that Vernon could never see what it was really like inside the Forest. + 

Nurse, of course, would never take him there. She was like all nurses and preferred a good steady walk along the road, and no messing your feet up with them nasty damp leaves. So Vernon was never allowed to go in the Forest. It made him think of it all the more. Some day he would take tea there with Mr.┬аGreen. Poodle and Squirrel and Tree were to have new suits for the occasion. + 

IV + 

The nursery palled on Vernon. It was too small. He knew all there was to know about it. The garden was different. It was really a very exciting garden. There were so many different bits of it. The long walks between the clipped yew hedges with their ornamental birds, the water garden with the fat goldfish, the walled fruit garden, the wild garden with its almond trees in spring time and the copse of silver birch trees with bluebells growing underneath, and best of all the railed-off bit where the ruins of the old Abbey were. That was the place where Vernon would have liked to be left to his own devicesтБатАФto climb and explore. But he never was. The rest of the garden he did much as he liked in. Winnie was always sent out with him but since by a remarkable coincidence they always seemed to encounter the second gardener, he could play his own games unhindered by too much kind attention on WinnieтАЩs part. + 

V + 

Gradually VernonтАЩs world widened. The twin star, Mummy-Daddy, separated, became two distinct people. Daddy remained nebulous, but Mummy became quite a personage. She often paid visits to the nursery to тАЬplay with my darling little boy.тАЭ Vernon bore her visits with grave politeness, though it usually meant giving up the game that he himself was engaged upon and accepting one which was not, in his opinion, nearly so good. Lady visitors would sometimes come with her, and then she would squeeze Vernon tightly (which he hated) and cry: + 

тАЬItтАЩs so wonderful to be a mother! I never get used to it! To have a darling baby boy of oneтАЩs very own.тАЭ + 

Very red, Vernon would extricate himself from her embrace. Because he wasnтАЩt a baby boy at all. He was three years old. + 

Looking across the room one day, just after a scene like the above, he saw his father standing by the nursery door with sardonic eyes, watching him. Their eyes met. Something seemed to pass between themтБатАФcomprehensionтБатАФa sense of kinship. + 

His motherтАЩs friends were talking. + 

тАЬSuch a pity, Myra, that he doesnтАЩt take after you. Your hair would be too lovely on a child.тАЭ + 

But Vernon had a sudden feeling of pride. He was like his father. + 

VI + 

Vernon always remembered the day that the American lady came to lunch. To begin with, because of NurseтАЩs explanations about America which, as he realized later, she confused with Australia. + 

He went down to dessert in an awestricken state. If this lady had been at home in her own country, she would be walking about upside down with her head hanging down. Quite enough, this, to make him stare. And then, too, she used odd words for the simplest things. + 

тАЬIsnтАЩt he too cute? See here, honey, IтАЩve gotten a box of candy for you. WonтАЩt you come and fetch it?тАЭ + 

Vernon came gingerly; accepted the present. The lady clearly didnтАЩt know what she was talking about. It wasnтАЩt candy, but good Edinburgh Rock. + 

There were two gentlemen there also, one the husband of the American lady. This one said: + 

тАЬDo you know half a crown, my boy, when you see it?тАЭ + 

And it presently turned out that the half-crown was to be for his very own to keep. Altogether it was a wonderful day. + 

Vernon had never thought very much about his home. He knew that it was bigger than the Vicarage, where he sometimes went to tea, but he seldom played with any other children or went to their homes. So it came to him with a shock of wonder that day. The visitors were taken all over the house, and the American ladyтАЩs voice rose ceaselessly. + 

тАЬMy, if that isnтАЩt too wonderful. Did you ever see such a thing? Five hundred years, you say? Frank, listen to that. Henry the EighthтБатАФif it isnтАЩt just like listening to English history. And the Abbey older still, you say?тАЭ + 

They went everywhere, through the long picture gallery where faces strangely like VernonтАЩs, with dark eyes set close together and narrow heads, looked out from the painted canvas arrogantly or with cold tolerance. There were meek women there in ruffs or with pearls twisted in their hairтБатАФthe Deyre women had done best to be meek, married to wild lords who knew neither fear nor pityтБатАФwho looked appraisingly at Myra Deyre, the last of their number, as she walked beneath them. From the picture gallery they went to the square hall, and from there to the PriestтАЩs Chamber. + 

Vernon had been removed by Nurse long since. They found him again in the garden feeding the goldfish. VernonтАЩs father had gone into the house to get the keys of the Abbey ruins. The visitors were alone. + 

тАЬMy, Frank,тАЭ said the American lady. тАЬIsnтАЩt it too wonderful? All these years. Handed down from father to son. Romantic, thatтАЩs what I call it, just too romantic for anything. All these years. Just fancy! How is it done?тАЭ + 

It was then that the other gentleman spoke. He was not much of a talker, so far Vernon had not heard him speak at all. But he now unclosed his lips and uttered one wordтБатАФa word so enchanting, so mysterious, so delightful that Vernon never forgot it. + 

тАЬBrumagem,тАЭ said the other gentleman. + 

And before Vernon could ask him (as he meant to do) what that marvellous word meant, another diversion occurred. + 

His mother came out of the house. There was a sunset behind herтБатАФa scene painterтАЩs sunset of crude gold and red. Against that background Vernon saw his motherтБатАФsaw her for the first timeтБатАФa magnificent woman with white skin and red-gold hairтБатАФa being like the pictures in his fairy book, saw her suddenly as something wonderful and beautiful. + 

He was never to forget that strange moment. She was his mother and she was beautiful and he loved her. Something hurt him inside, like a painтБатАФonly it wasnтАЩt a pain. And there was a queer booming noise inside his headтБатАФa thundering noise that ended up high and sweet like a birdтАЩs note. Altogether a very wonderful moment. + 

And mixed up with it was that magic word Brumagem. + 