VIIIIn the meantime the hours had gone by, and the afternoon was drawing towards evening, and the grown people in the Red House, the father and the mother of the Four, and Pavlo’s uncle, who had arrived that morning and was to leave the next day, had been getting very anxious; for there was no sign of the children, though they had promised to be home early. And the Four got into plenty of mischief, but they kept their promises.So the mother of the Four walked from one window to another and could not keep still, and Kyria Penelope wrung her hands and shook her head, and Deko rushed about after them; whining and yelping and limping on his bad foot, till they shut him up in a room upstairs, and he had to stay there; and Athanasia the cook stationed herself at the gate near the sea to watch for the children, and Anneza the serving maid tore up through the pines tothe top gate to see if they were in sight on the hill.The doctor and the master of the Red House were pacing nervously up and down the terrace.Suddenly the latter sent up a big shout.“There they are!”Everyone, from the mother of the Four to Yanni the boatman, rushed down to the little landing stage.“They are in that,” said the master of the house, pointing to a puffing little steam launch which was fast approaching. “I heard their voices shouting, and saw one of the girls’ frocks, but how the little rascals got there is beyond me. I only hope they have not been in any mischief.”The steam launch had stopped alongside, and he caught sight of a bandaged head.“… or in any danger!” he gasped.When everyone had landed, Iason looking very pale under his white bandage but walking without help, there was at first such confusion, so many speaking all together and such a tangle of officers and children and dogs, that it was very difficult for the grown-ups to getany clear idea of what had occurred. But the mother of the Four gathered at last that something out of the common had certainly happened, that the children had certainly been in some peril, and that the officers had rescued them and brought them home. So she tried, though her voice shook a little, to thank the Chief.“You must not thank us,” said the gray-haired admiral standing cap in hand, before her. “We did nothing but arrive at a lucky moment, and bring the children home. It is another you must thank, another who deserves your deepest gratitude; one who by his presence of mind and coolness saved them all in a moment of great danger, … of very real danger. This is the boy!” he said, putting his hand on Pavlo’s shoulder. “This is a real Zamana, who when he grows up will be an honor to his glorious name! And in the meantime I for one, am proud to know him!”Oh, how they shouted for him when they heard it all! And while the mother of the Four was holding him very tight to her, and while the master of the house and Pavlo’s uncle were shaking each other’s hand as though theywould never stop, Deko, who had been set free, limped nimbly down all the steps, and leaped upon Chryseis, and licked her hands, and whined for joy, and caught hold of her skirt and shook it so hard that he tore it.But he was forgiven that time.And joy followed for Pavlo as well as glory, for though his uncle was obliged to leave for Athens the next day, no one in the Red House felt as if Pavlo could be spared. So his uncle was persuaded to leave him behind; to leave him indefinitely, till it should be autumn, and school time, and everyone returned to town.So it came to pass, that when the doctor was being rowed across the bay the next morning, in the boat that was taking him to the steamer, the Four and Pavlo stood all together on the little landing stage and waved good-by to him.They waved and waved, till he was a speck in the blue distance, and then they turned and ran with cries and whoops of joy, back into the pine woods, back to the sea, back to the hillside, back for a whole long summer to all the manifold delights of the Red House on the Hill.
VIIIIn the meantime the hours had gone by, and the afternoon was drawing towards evening, and the grown people in the Red House, the father and the mother of the Four, and Pavlo’s uncle, who had arrived that morning and was to leave the next day, had been getting very anxious; for there was no sign of the children, though they had promised to be home early. And the Four got into plenty of mischief, but they kept their promises.So the mother of the Four walked from one window to another and could not keep still, and Kyria Penelope wrung her hands and shook her head, and Deko rushed about after them; whining and yelping and limping on his bad foot, till they shut him up in a room upstairs, and he had to stay there; and Athanasia the cook stationed herself at the gate near the sea to watch for the children, and Anneza the serving maid tore up through the pines tothe top gate to see if they were in sight on the hill.The doctor and the master of the Red House were pacing nervously up and down the terrace.Suddenly the latter sent up a big shout.“There they are!”Everyone, from the mother of the Four to Yanni the boatman, rushed down to the little landing stage.“They are in that,” said the master of the house, pointing to a puffing little steam launch which was fast approaching. “I heard their voices shouting, and saw one of the girls’ frocks, but how the little rascals got there is beyond me. I only hope they have not been in any mischief.”The steam launch had stopped alongside, and he caught sight of a bandaged head.“… or in any danger!” he gasped.When everyone had landed, Iason looking very pale under his white bandage but walking without help, there was at first such confusion, so many speaking all together and such a tangle of officers and children and dogs, that it was very difficult for the grown-ups to getany clear idea of what had occurred. But the mother of the Four gathered at last that something out of the common had certainly happened, that the children had certainly been in some peril, and that the officers had rescued them and brought them home. So she tried, though her voice shook a little, to thank the Chief.“You must not thank us,” said the gray-haired admiral standing cap in hand, before her. “We did nothing but arrive at a lucky moment, and bring the children home. It is another you must thank, another who deserves your deepest gratitude; one who by his presence of mind and coolness saved them all in a moment of great danger, … of very real danger. This is the boy!” he said, putting his hand on Pavlo’s shoulder. “This is a real Zamana, who when he grows up will be an honor to his glorious name! And in the meantime I for one, am proud to know him!”Oh, how they shouted for him when they heard it all! And while the mother of the Four was holding him very tight to her, and while the master of the house and Pavlo’s uncle were shaking each other’s hand as though theywould never stop, Deko, who had been set free, limped nimbly down all the steps, and leaped upon Chryseis, and licked her hands, and whined for joy, and caught hold of her skirt and shook it so hard that he tore it.But he was forgiven that time.And joy followed for Pavlo as well as glory, for though his uncle was obliged to leave for Athens the next day, no one in the Red House felt as if Pavlo could be spared. So his uncle was persuaded to leave him behind; to leave him indefinitely, till it should be autumn, and school time, and everyone returned to town.So it came to pass, that when the doctor was being rowed across the bay the next morning, in the boat that was taking him to the steamer, the Four and Pavlo stood all together on the little landing stage and waved good-by to him.They waved and waved, till he was a speck in the blue distance, and then they turned and ran with cries and whoops of joy, back into the pine woods, back to the sea, back to the hillside, back for a whole long summer to all the manifold delights of the Red House on the Hill.
VIIIIn the meantime the hours had gone by, and the afternoon was drawing towards evening, and the grown people in the Red House, the father and the mother of the Four, and Pavlo’s uncle, who had arrived that morning and was to leave the next day, had been getting very anxious; for there was no sign of the children, though they had promised to be home early. And the Four got into plenty of mischief, but they kept their promises.So the mother of the Four walked from one window to another and could not keep still, and Kyria Penelope wrung her hands and shook her head, and Deko rushed about after them; whining and yelping and limping on his bad foot, till they shut him up in a room upstairs, and he had to stay there; and Athanasia the cook stationed herself at the gate near the sea to watch for the children, and Anneza the serving maid tore up through the pines tothe top gate to see if they were in sight on the hill.The doctor and the master of the Red House were pacing nervously up and down the terrace.Suddenly the latter sent up a big shout.“There they are!”Everyone, from the mother of the Four to Yanni the boatman, rushed down to the little landing stage.“They are in that,” said the master of the house, pointing to a puffing little steam launch which was fast approaching. “I heard their voices shouting, and saw one of the girls’ frocks, but how the little rascals got there is beyond me. I only hope they have not been in any mischief.”The steam launch had stopped alongside, and he caught sight of a bandaged head.“… or in any danger!” he gasped.When everyone had landed, Iason looking very pale under his white bandage but walking without help, there was at first such confusion, so many speaking all together and such a tangle of officers and children and dogs, that it was very difficult for the grown-ups to getany clear idea of what had occurred. But the mother of the Four gathered at last that something out of the common had certainly happened, that the children had certainly been in some peril, and that the officers had rescued them and brought them home. So she tried, though her voice shook a little, to thank the Chief.“You must not thank us,” said the gray-haired admiral standing cap in hand, before her. “We did nothing but arrive at a lucky moment, and bring the children home. It is another you must thank, another who deserves your deepest gratitude; one who by his presence of mind and coolness saved them all in a moment of great danger, … of very real danger. This is the boy!” he said, putting his hand on Pavlo’s shoulder. “This is a real Zamana, who when he grows up will be an honor to his glorious name! And in the meantime I for one, am proud to know him!”Oh, how they shouted for him when they heard it all! And while the mother of the Four was holding him very tight to her, and while the master of the house and Pavlo’s uncle were shaking each other’s hand as though theywould never stop, Deko, who had been set free, limped nimbly down all the steps, and leaped upon Chryseis, and licked her hands, and whined for joy, and caught hold of her skirt and shook it so hard that he tore it.But he was forgiven that time.And joy followed for Pavlo as well as glory, for though his uncle was obliged to leave for Athens the next day, no one in the Red House felt as if Pavlo could be spared. So his uncle was persuaded to leave him behind; to leave him indefinitely, till it should be autumn, and school time, and everyone returned to town.So it came to pass, that when the doctor was being rowed across the bay the next morning, in the boat that was taking him to the steamer, the Four and Pavlo stood all together on the little landing stage and waved good-by to him.They waved and waved, till he was a speck in the blue distance, and then they turned and ran with cries and whoops of joy, back into the pine woods, back to the sea, back to the hillside, back for a whole long summer to all the manifold delights of the Red House on the Hill.
VIIIIn the meantime the hours had gone by, and the afternoon was drawing towards evening, and the grown people in the Red House, the father and the mother of the Four, and Pavlo’s uncle, who had arrived that morning and was to leave the next day, had been getting very anxious; for there was no sign of the children, though they had promised to be home early. And the Four got into plenty of mischief, but they kept their promises.So the mother of the Four walked from one window to another and could not keep still, and Kyria Penelope wrung her hands and shook her head, and Deko rushed about after them; whining and yelping and limping on his bad foot, till they shut him up in a room upstairs, and he had to stay there; and Athanasia the cook stationed herself at the gate near the sea to watch for the children, and Anneza the serving maid tore up through the pines tothe top gate to see if they were in sight on the hill.The doctor and the master of the Red House were pacing nervously up and down the terrace.Suddenly the latter sent up a big shout.“There they are!”Everyone, from the mother of the Four to Yanni the boatman, rushed down to the little landing stage.“They are in that,” said the master of the house, pointing to a puffing little steam launch which was fast approaching. “I heard their voices shouting, and saw one of the girls’ frocks, but how the little rascals got there is beyond me. I only hope they have not been in any mischief.”The steam launch had stopped alongside, and he caught sight of a bandaged head.“… or in any danger!” he gasped.When everyone had landed, Iason looking very pale under his white bandage but walking without help, there was at first such confusion, so many speaking all together and such a tangle of officers and children and dogs, that it was very difficult for the grown-ups to getany clear idea of what had occurred. But the mother of the Four gathered at last that something out of the common had certainly happened, that the children had certainly been in some peril, and that the officers had rescued them and brought them home. So she tried, though her voice shook a little, to thank the Chief.“You must not thank us,” said the gray-haired admiral standing cap in hand, before her. “We did nothing but arrive at a lucky moment, and bring the children home. It is another you must thank, another who deserves your deepest gratitude; one who by his presence of mind and coolness saved them all in a moment of great danger, … of very real danger. This is the boy!” he said, putting his hand on Pavlo’s shoulder. “This is a real Zamana, who when he grows up will be an honor to his glorious name! And in the meantime I for one, am proud to know him!”Oh, how they shouted for him when they heard it all! And while the mother of the Four was holding him very tight to her, and while the master of the house and Pavlo’s uncle were shaking each other’s hand as though theywould never stop, Deko, who had been set free, limped nimbly down all the steps, and leaped upon Chryseis, and licked her hands, and whined for joy, and caught hold of her skirt and shook it so hard that he tore it.But he was forgiven that time.And joy followed for Pavlo as well as glory, for though his uncle was obliged to leave for Athens the next day, no one in the Red House felt as if Pavlo could be spared. So his uncle was persuaded to leave him behind; to leave him indefinitely, till it should be autumn, and school time, and everyone returned to town.So it came to pass, that when the doctor was being rowed across the bay the next morning, in the boat that was taking him to the steamer, the Four and Pavlo stood all together on the little landing stage and waved good-by to him.They waved and waved, till he was a speck in the blue distance, and then they turned and ran with cries and whoops of joy, back into the pine woods, back to the sea, back to the hillside, back for a whole long summer to all the manifold delights of the Red House on the Hill.
VIII
In the meantime the hours had gone by, and the afternoon was drawing towards evening, and the grown people in the Red House, the father and the mother of the Four, and Pavlo’s uncle, who had arrived that morning and was to leave the next day, had been getting very anxious; for there was no sign of the children, though they had promised to be home early. And the Four got into plenty of mischief, but they kept their promises.So the mother of the Four walked from one window to another and could not keep still, and Kyria Penelope wrung her hands and shook her head, and Deko rushed about after them; whining and yelping and limping on his bad foot, till they shut him up in a room upstairs, and he had to stay there; and Athanasia the cook stationed herself at the gate near the sea to watch for the children, and Anneza the serving maid tore up through the pines tothe top gate to see if they were in sight on the hill.The doctor and the master of the Red House were pacing nervously up and down the terrace.Suddenly the latter sent up a big shout.“There they are!”Everyone, from the mother of the Four to Yanni the boatman, rushed down to the little landing stage.“They are in that,” said the master of the house, pointing to a puffing little steam launch which was fast approaching. “I heard their voices shouting, and saw one of the girls’ frocks, but how the little rascals got there is beyond me. I only hope they have not been in any mischief.”The steam launch had stopped alongside, and he caught sight of a bandaged head.“… or in any danger!” he gasped.When everyone had landed, Iason looking very pale under his white bandage but walking without help, there was at first such confusion, so many speaking all together and such a tangle of officers and children and dogs, that it was very difficult for the grown-ups to getany clear idea of what had occurred. But the mother of the Four gathered at last that something out of the common had certainly happened, that the children had certainly been in some peril, and that the officers had rescued them and brought them home. So she tried, though her voice shook a little, to thank the Chief.“You must not thank us,” said the gray-haired admiral standing cap in hand, before her. “We did nothing but arrive at a lucky moment, and bring the children home. It is another you must thank, another who deserves your deepest gratitude; one who by his presence of mind and coolness saved them all in a moment of great danger, … of very real danger. This is the boy!” he said, putting his hand on Pavlo’s shoulder. “This is a real Zamana, who when he grows up will be an honor to his glorious name! And in the meantime I for one, am proud to know him!”Oh, how they shouted for him when they heard it all! And while the mother of the Four was holding him very tight to her, and while the master of the house and Pavlo’s uncle were shaking each other’s hand as though theywould never stop, Deko, who had been set free, limped nimbly down all the steps, and leaped upon Chryseis, and licked her hands, and whined for joy, and caught hold of her skirt and shook it so hard that he tore it.But he was forgiven that time.And joy followed for Pavlo as well as glory, for though his uncle was obliged to leave for Athens the next day, no one in the Red House felt as if Pavlo could be spared. So his uncle was persuaded to leave him behind; to leave him indefinitely, till it should be autumn, and school time, and everyone returned to town.So it came to pass, that when the doctor was being rowed across the bay the next morning, in the boat that was taking him to the steamer, the Four and Pavlo stood all together on the little landing stage and waved good-by to him.They waved and waved, till he was a speck in the blue distance, and then they turned and ran with cries and whoops of joy, back into the pine woods, back to the sea, back to the hillside, back for a whole long summer to all the manifold delights of the Red House on the Hill.
In the meantime the hours had gone by, and the afternoon was drawing towards evening, and the grown people in the Red House, the father and the mother of the Four, and Pavlo’s uncle, who had arrived that morning and was to leave the next day, had been getting very anxious; for there was no sign of the children, though they had promised to be home early. And the Four got into plenty of mischief, but they kept their promises.
So the mother of the Four walked from one window to another and could not keep still, and Kyria Penelope wrung her hands and shook her head, and Deko rushed about after them; whining and yelping and limping on his bad foot, till they shut him up in a room upstairs, and he had to stay there; and Athanasia the cook stationed herself at the gate near the sea to watch for the children, and Anneza the serving maid tore up through the pines tothe top gate to see if they were in sight on the hill.
The doctor and the master of the Red House were pacing nervously up and down the terrace.
Suddenly the latter sent up a big shout.
“There they are!”
Everyone, from the mother of the Four to Yanni the boatman, rushed down to the little landing stage.
“They are in that,” said the master of the house, pointing to a puffing little steam launch which was fast approaching. “I heard their voices shouting, and saw one of the girls’ frocks, but how the little rascals got there is beyond me. I only hope they have not been in any mischief.”
The steam launch had stopped alongside, and he caught sight of a bandaged head.
“… or in any danger!” he gasped.
When everyone had landed, Iason looking very pale under his white bandage but walking without help, there was at first such confusion, so many speaking all together and such a tangle of officers and children and dogs, that it was very difficult for the grown-ups to getany clear idea of what had occurred. But the mother of the Four gathered at last that something out of the common had certainly happened, that the children had certainly been in some peril, and that the officers had rescued them and brought them home. So she tried, though her voice shook a little, to thank the Chief.
“You must not thank us,” said the gray-haired admiral standing cap in hand, before her. “We did nothing but arrive at a lucky moment, and bring the children home. It is another you must thank, another who deserves your deepest gratitude; one who by his presence of mind and coolness saved them all in a moment of great danger, … of very real danger. This is the boy!” he said, putting his hand on Pavlo’s shoulder. “This is a real Zamana, who when he grows up will be an honor to his glorious name! And in the meantime I for one, am proud to know him!”
Oh, how they shouted for him when they heard it all! And while the mother of the Four was holding him very tight to her, and while the master of the house and Pavlo’s uncle were shaking each other’s hand as though theywould never stop, Deko, who had been set free, limped nimbly down all the steps, and leaped upon Chryseis, and licked her hands, and whined for joy, and caught hold of her skirt and shook it so hard that he tore it.
But he was forgiven that time.
And joy followed for Pavlo as well as glory, for though his uncle was obliged to leave for Athens the next day, no one in the Red House felt as if Pavlo could be spared. So his uncle was persuaded to leave him behind; to leave him indefinitely, till it should be autumn, and school time, and everyone returned to town.
So it came to pass, that when the doctor was being rowed across the bay the next morning, in the boat that was taking him to the steamer, the Four and Pavlo stood all together on the little landing stage and waved good-by to him.
They waved and waved, till he was a speck in the blue distance, and then they turned and ran with cries and whoops of joy, back into the pine woods, back to the sea, back to the hillside, back for a whole long summer to all the manifold delights of the Red House on the Hill.