out motor-bikes or aeroplanes or ’s not a t you can explain or rationalize, it’s merely magic. One morning—it  —I kne Joe o cut sc fiso follo, and arted on me while we were dressing.

    ‘No you get today. You stay back home.’

    ‘No, I didn’t. I didn’t t it.’

    ‘Yes, you did! You t you he gang.’

    ‘No, I didn’t!’

    ‘Yes, you did!’

    ‘No, I didn’t!’

    ‘Yes, you did! You stay back   any bloody kids along.’

    Joe  learned t. Fat  of Joe, but as usual  do so. After breakfast Joe started off on ces early as  to cut sc ime for me to leave for Mott’s I sneaked off and ments. I kneo t to follo. Probably t get o dinner, and t I’d cut sc anot I didn’t care. I  desperate to go fisoo. I alloy of time to make a circuit round and get to ted round to get almost to t tercups o my knees. t stirring tops of t green clouds of leaves  of soft and ric  years old, and all round me it  tangled ill in bloom, and bits of soft ing overance t give a damn for any of it. All I e. It  to join tly I managed to sneak up on think his name was.

    Joe turned and sao me like a tom-cat t’s going to start a fig’d I tell you? You get back ‘ome double quick.’

    Boto drop our aitc all excited. I backed away from him.

    ‘I’m not going back ‘ome.’

    ‘Yes you are.’

    ‘Clip   no kids along.’

    ‘ARE you going back ‘ome?’ said Joe.

    ‘No.’

    ‘Rig-hO!’

    tarted on me. t minute cer anot I didn’t run aly  me and got me do on my upper arms and