CHAPTER I
THE BEGINNING

Philip Haldane and his sister lived in a little red-roofed house in a little red-roofed town. They had a little garden and a little balcony, and a little stable with a little pony in it - and a little cart for the pony to draw; a little canary hung in a little cage in the little bow-window, and the neat little servant kept everything as bright and clean as a little new pin.

Philip had no one but his sister, and she had no one but Philip. Their parents were dead, and Helen, who was twenty years older than Philip and was really his half-sister, was all the mother he had ever known. And he had never envied other boys their mothers, because Helen was so kind and clever and dear. She gave up almost all her time to him; she taught him all the lessons he learned; she played with him, inventing the most wonderful new games and adventures. So that every morning when Philip woke he knew that he was waking to a new day of joyous and interesting happenings. And this went on till Philip was ten years old, and he had no least shadow of a doubt that it would go on forever. The beginning of the change came one day when he and Helen had gone for a picnic to the wood where the waterfall was, and as they were driving back behind the stout old pony, who was so good and quiet that Philip was allowed to drive it. They were coming up the last lane before the turning where their house was, and Helen said:

"To-morrow we'll weed the aster bed and have tea in the garden."

"Jolly," said Philip, and they turned the corner and came in sight of their white little garden gate. And a man was coming out of it - a man who was not one of the friends they both knew. He turned and came to meet them. Helen put her hand on the reins - a thing which she had always taught Philip was never done - and the pony stopped. The man, who was, as Philip put it to himself, 'tall and tweedy,' came across in front of the pony's nose and stood close by the wheel on the side where Helen sat. She shook hands with him - a thing which Philip knew was not done - and the man shook hands with him - across Helen, another thing which Philip knew was not manners, and said, "I hope we shall be the best of friends." Pip said, "How do you do?" because that is the polite thing to say. But inside himself he said, "I don't want to be friends with you."


Then the man took off his hat and walked away, and Philip and his sister went home. She seemed different, somehow, and he was sent to bed a little earlier than usual, 

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