It was here, in a deep, shadowed cleft between tall cypresses, that they found the expelled little boy. He was lying face downward on the mossy turf, and the peculiar shaking of his shoulders was a thing they had seen, more than once, in each other. So Anthea kneeled down by him and said--'What's the matter?'
'I'm expelled from school,' said the boy between his sobs.
This was serious. People are not expelled for light offences.
'Do you mind telling us what you'd done?'
'I--I tore up a sheet of paper and threw it about in the playground,' said the child, in the tone of one confessing an unutterable baseness. 'You won't talk to me any more now you know that,' he added without looking up.
'Was that all?' asked Anthea.
'It's about enough,' said the child; 'and I'm expelled for the whole day!'
'I don't quite understand,' said Anthea, gently. The boy lifted his face, rolled over, and sat up .
'Why, whoever on earth are you?' he said.
'We're strangers from a far country,' said Anthea. 'In our country it's not a crime to leave a bit of paper about.'
'It is here,' said the child. 'If grown-ups do it they're fined.
When we do it we're expelled for the whole day.'
'Well, but,' said Robert, 'that just means a day' s holiday.'
'You MUST come from a long way off,' said the little boy. 'A holiday's when you all have play and treats and jolliness, all of you together. On your expelled days no one'll speak to you.
Everyone sees you're an Expelleder or you'd be in school.'
'Suppose you were ill?'
'Nobody is--hardly. If they are, of course they wear the badge, and everyone is kind to you. I know a boy that stole his sister's illness badge and wore it when he was expelled for a day. HE got expelled for a week for that. It must be awful not to go to school for a week.'
'Do you LIKE school, then?' asked Robert incredulously.
'Of course I do. It's the loveliest place there is. I chose railways for my special subject this year, there are such splendid models and things, and now I shall be all behind because of that torn-up paper.'
'You choose your own subject?' asked Cyril.
'Yes, of course. Where DID you come from? Don't you know ANYTHING?'
'No,' said Jane definitely; 'so you'd better tell us.'
'Well, on Midsummer Day school breaks up and everything's decorated with flowers, and you choose your special subject for next year. Of course you have to stick to it for a year at least. Then there are all your other subjects, of course, reading, and painting, and the rules of Citizenship.'
'Good gracious!' said Anthea.
'Look here,' said the child, jumping up, 'it's nearly four. The expelledness only lasts till then. Come home with me. Mother will tell you all about everything.'
'Will your mother like you taking home strange children?' asked Anthea.
'I don't understand,' said the child, settling his leather belt over his honey-coloured smock and stepping out with hard little bare feet. 'Come on.'
So they went.
The streets were wide and hard and very clean. There were no horses, but a sort of motor carriage that made no noise. The Thames flowed between green banks, and there were trees at the edge, and people sat under them, fishing, for the stream was clear as crystal. Everywhere there were green trees and there was no smoke. The houses were set in what seemed like one green garden.
The little boy brought them to a house, and at the window was a good, bright mother-face. The little boy rushed in, and through the window they could see him hugging his mother, then his eager lips moving and his quick hands pointing.
A lady in soft green clothes came out, spoke kindly to them, and took them into the oddest house they had ever seen. It was very bare, there were no ornaments, and yet every single thing was beautiful, from the dresser with its rows of bright china, to the thick squares of Eastern-looking carpet on the floors. I can't describe that house; I haven't the time. And I haven't heart either, when I think how different it was from our houses. The lady took them all over it. The oddest thing of all was the big room in the middle. It had padded walls and a soft, thick carpet, and all the chairs and tables were padded. There wasn't a single thing in it that anyone could hurt itself with.
'What ever's this for?--lunatics?' asked Cyril.
The lady looked very shocked.
'No! It's for the children, of course,' she said. 'Don't tell me that in your country there are no children's rooms.'
'There are nurseries,' said Anthea doubtfully, 'but the furniture's all cornery and hard, like other rooms.'
'How shocking!' said the lady;'you must be VERY much behind the times in your country! Why, the children are more than half of the people; it's not much to have one room where they can have a good time and not hurt themselves.'
'But there's no fireplace,' said Anthea.
'Hot-air pipes, of course,' said the lady. 'Why, how could you have a fire in a nursery? A child might get burned.'
'In our country,' said Robert suddenly, 'more than 3,000 children are burned to death every year. Father told me,' he added, as if apologizing for this piece of information, 'once when I'd been playing with fire.'
The lady turned quite pale.
'What a frightful place you must live in!' she said. 'What's all the furniture padded for?' Anthea asked, hastily turning the subject.
'Why, you couldn't have little tots of two or three running about in rooms where the things were hard and sharp! They might hurt themselves.'
Robert fingered the scar on his forehead where he had hit it against the nursery fender when he was little.
'But does everyone have rooms like this, poor people and all?' asked Anthea.
'There's a room like this wherever there's a child, of course,' said the lady. 'How refreshingly ignorant you are!--no, I don't mean ignorant, my dear. Of course, you're awfully well up in ancient History. But I see you haven't done your Duties of Citizenship Course yet.'
'But beggars, and people like that?' persisted Anthea 'and tramps and people who haven't any homes?'
