"I didn't think that anyone would know but us," said Bobbie, indignantly answering Peter's unspoken reproach."I never thought of your coming in.And hearing about blood and wounds does really make me feel most awfully funny.It was only a joke our tying him up.Let me untie you, Pete.""I don't care if you never untie me," said Peter; "and if that's your idea of a joke--""If I were you," said the Doctor, though really he did not quite know what to say, "I should be untied before your Mother comes down.
You don't want to worry her just now, do you?""I don't promise anything about not saying about wounds, mind," said Peter, in very surly tones, as Bobbie and Phyllis began to untie the knots.
"I'm very sorry, Pete," Bobbie whispered, leaning close to him as she fumbled with the big knot under the settle; "but if you only knew how sick you made me feel.""You've made ME feel pretty sick, I can tell you," Peter rejoined.
Then he shook off the loose cords, and stood up.
"I looked in," said Dr.Forrest, "to see if one of you would come along to the surgery.There are some things that your Mother will want at once, and I've given my man a day off to go and see the circus; will you come, Peter?"Peter went without a word or a look to his sisters.
The two walked in silence up to the gate that led from the Three Chimneys field to the road.Then Peter said:--"Let me carry your bag.I say, it is heavy--what's in it?""Oh, knives and lancets and different instruments for hurting people.And the ether bottle.I had to give him ether, you know--the agony was so intense."
Peter was silent.
"Tell me all about how you found that chap," said Dr.Forrest.
Peter told.And then Dr.Forrest told him stories of brave rescues;he was a most interesting man to talk to, as Peter had often remarked.
Then in the surgery Peter had a better chance than he had ever had of examining the Doctor's balance, and his microscope, and his scales and measuring glasses.When all the things were ready that Peter was to take back, the Doctor said suddenly:--"You'll excuse my shoving my oar in, won't you? But I should like to say something to you.""Now for a rowing," thought Peter, who had been wondering how it was that he had escaped one.
"Something scientific," added the Doctor.
"Yes," said Peter, fiddling with the fossil ammonite that the Doctor used for a paper-weight.
"Well then, you see.Boys and girls are only little men and women.
And WE are much harder and hardier than they are--" (Peter liked the "we." Perhaps the Doctor had known he would.)--"and much stronger, and things that hurt THEM don't hurt US.You know you mustn't hit a girl--""I should think not, indeed," muttered Peter, indignantly.
"Not even if she's your own sister.That's because girls are so much softer and weaker than we are; they have to be, you know," he added, "because if they weren't, it wouldn't be nice for the babies.
And that's why all the animals are so good to the mother animals.
They never fight them, you know."
"I know," said Peter, interested; "two buck rabbits will fight all day if you let them, but they won't hurt a doe.""No; and quite wild beasts--lions and elephants--they're immensely gentle with the female beasts.And we've got to be, too.""I see," said Peter.
"And their hearts are soft, too," the Doctor went on, "and things that we shouldn't think anything of hurt them dreadfully.So that a man has to be very careful, not only of his fists, but of his words.
They're awfully brave, you know," he went on."Think of Bobbie waiting alone in the tunnel with that poor chap.It's an odd thing--the softer and more easily hurt a woman is the better she can screw herself up to do what HAS to be done.I've seen some brave women--your Mother's one," he ended abruptly.
"Yes," said Peter.
"Well, that's all.Excuse my mentioning it.But nobody knows everything without being told.And you see what I mean, don't you?""Yes," said Peter."I'm sorry.There!"
"Of course you are! People always are--directly they understand.
Everyone ought to be taught these scientific facts.So long!"They shook hands heartily.When Peter came home, his sisters looked at him doubtfully.
"It's Pax," said Peter, dumping down the basket on the table."Dr.
Forrest has been talking scientific to me.No, it's no use my telling you what he said; you wouldn't understand.But it all comes to you girls being poor, soft, weak, frightened things like rabbits, so us men have just got to put up with them.He said you were female beasts.Shall I take this up to Mother, or will you?""I know what BOYS are," said Phyllis, with flaming cheeks; "they're just the nastiest, rudest--""They're very brave," said Bobbie, "sometimes.""Ah, you mean the chap upstairs? I see.Go ahead, Phil--I shall put up with you whatever you say because you're a poor, weak, frightened, soft--""Not if I pull your hair you won't," said Phyllis, springing at him.
"He said 'Pax,'" said Bobbie, pulling her away."Don't you see,"she whispered as Peter picked up the basket and stalked out with it, "he's sorry, really, only he won't say so? Let's say we're sorry.""It's so goody goody," said Phyllis, doubtfully; "he said we were female beasts, and soft and frightened--""Then let's show him we're not frightened of him thinking us goody goody," said Bobbie; "and we're not any more beasts than he is."And when Peter came back, still with his chin in the air, Bobbie said:--"We're sorry we tied you up, Pete."
"I thought you would be," said Peter, very stiff and superior.
This was hard to bear.But--
"Well, so we are," said Bobbie."Now let honour be satisfied on both sides.""I did call it Pax," said Peter, in an injured tone.
