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     The Flamp, The Ameliorator, and The Schoolboy's Apprentice

                           By E. V. LUCAS


LONDON: GRANT RICHARDS
1900

_First printed October_ 1897
_Reprinted December_ 1897
     "     _August_ 1899
     "     _December_ 1900




_CONTENTS_


_The Flamp_

_The Ameliorator_

_The Schoolboy's Apprentice_




The Flamp


_TO MOLLY AND HILDA_.

    _That sunny afternoon in May,_
    _How stealthily we crept away,_
    _We three--(Good things are done in threes:_
    _That is, good things in threes are done_
    _When you make two and I make one.)--_
    _To hatch our small conspiracies!_

    _Between the blossomy apple-trees_
    _(You recollect?) we sped, and then_
    _Safe in the green heart of the wood_
    _We breathed again._
    _The purple flood the bluebells made_
    _Washed round about us where we stood,_
    _While voices, where the others played,_
    _Assured us we were not pursued._

    _A fence to climb or wriggle through,_
    _A strip of meadow wet with dew_
    _To cross, and lo! before us flared_
    _The clump of yellow gorse we shared_
    _With five young blackbirds and their mother._
    _There, close beside our partners' nest,_
    _And free from Mr. C. (that pest!),_
    _And careless of the wind and damp,_
    _We framed the story of_ The Flamp.

    _And O! Collaborators kind,_
    _The wish is often in my mind,_
    _That we, in just such happy plight,--_
    _With Chanctonbury Ring in sight,--_
    _Some day may frame another._

    E. V. L.
    1896.




The Flamp




I


Once upon a time there dwelt in a far country two children, a sister and
a brother, named Tilsa and Tobene. Tilsa was twelve and Tobene was ten,
and they had grown up, as it were, hand in hand. Their father died when
Tobene was only a little piece of pink dimpled dough, and when their
mother died too, a few years after, old Alison was told to pack up the
things and journey with Tilsa and Tobene to the children's grandfather,
the Liglid (or Lord Mayor) of Ule, whom they had never yet seen.

Old Alison was their nurse, and she had been their father's nurse before
them. Nothing worth knowing was unknown to old Alison: she could tell
them where the fairies danced by night, and the names and habits of the
different people who live in the stars, and the reason why thrushes'
eggs have black spots and hedge sparrows' none, and how to make Toffee
of Paradise, and a thousand useful and wonderful things beside.

Alison was old and wrinkled and bent, but there was not a warmer heart
in all the world, and no tongue could say kinder words than hers, and no
hands minister so lovingly to those who needed help. It was said that
Alison had only to look at a sore place and it was healed again. If any
one loved her more than Tilsa it was Tobene; and if any one loved her
more than Tobene it was Tilsa; and old Alison's love for them was as
strong.

On the day appointed, the three travellers set forth in a chariot driven
by postilions, and in the course of a week's journeying through strange
countries came at last to Ule.

At the southern gate they were met by the Liglid. They discovered him to
be more than a mere person--a Personage!--with white hair, and little
beady eyes, and a red nose, and a gold-laced hat.

'Welcome,' said he, 'welcome, Tilsa and Tobene, to the city or Ule.' And
then he kissed the air an inch or two from the cheek of his
grandchildren and led the way to his house.




II


Ule was a little city in the midst of a wide plain, and round about it
was a stout wall. One straight, white road crossed the plain from end to
end, entering the city at the northern gate and leaving it by the
southern gate. The borders of the plain were blue mountains whose peaks
reached the sky, and among these peaks the sun made his bed. At least,
so said the good people of Ule.

Nothing could shake their faith, for did they not every morning see him
