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I S A A C N E W T O N : PH I L O S O P H I C A L W R I T I N G S
CAMBRIDGE TEXTS IN THE
HISTORY OF PHILOSOPHY
Series editors
KARL AMERIKS
Professor of Philosophy, University of Notre Dame
DESMOND M. CLARKE
Emeritus Professor of Philosophy, University College Cork
The main objective of Cambridge Texts in the History of Philosophy is to expand the
range, variety, and quality of texts in the history of philosophy which are available in
English. The series includes texts by familiar names (such as Descartes and Kant) and
also by less well-known authors. Wherever possible, texts are published in complete and
unabridged form, and translations are specially commissioned for the series. Each
volume contains a critical introduction together with a guide to further reading and
any necessary glossaries and textual apparatus. The volumes are designed for student use
at undergraduate and postgraduate level, and will be of interest not only to students of
philosophy but also to a wider audience of readers in the history of science, the history of
theology, and the history of ideas.
For a list of titles published in the series, please see end of book.
ISAAC NEWTON
Philosophical Writings
edited by
ANDREW JANIAK
Duke University
Revised Edition
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Contents
Acknowledgments page vi
Introduction vii
Chronology xxxvi
Further reading xxxix
Note on texts and translations xlii
Index 189
v
Acknowledgments
The archival work that enabled me to read and transcribe some of the
original versions of the texts published here was made possible by a
generous grant from the American Philosophical Society in Philadelphia.
For their extremely helpful comments on the earlier version of
the Introduction, I would like to thank several colleagues and friends,
especially Nico Bertoloni Meli, Des Clarke, Mary Domski, Christian
Johnson, Tad Schmaltz, and Richard Stein. I learned most of what
I know about Newton first from Nico Bertoloni Meli and Michael
Friedman, and later from George Smith; I am grateful for all their
guidance over the years. For discussions that influenced the second
version of the Introduction, I thank Lisa Downing, Niccolo Guicciar-
dini, Gary Hatfield, Rob Iliffe, Scott Mandelbrote, Christia Mercer, and
Steve Snobelen. Christian Johnson produced an amended version of the
A. R. and Marie Boas Hall translation of De Gravitatione with my
assistance; I am grateful for his expert work on that difficult text. Since
the time the volume was first proposed, through its final production, my
editors at Cambridge, Des Clarke and Hilary Gaskin, have shown great
patience and much wisdom; they did so once again with the proposal and
production of a second edition.
One couldn’t find a more supportive partner or a better interlocutor
than Rebecca Stein, who always finds time amidst her myriad publishing
projects to talk with me about mine. I’d like to dedicate this volume to
my wonderful mom, Joan Saperstan, and to the memory of my dad,
Chester Janiak (1944–96); I only wish he were here to see it.
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In the preceding books I have presented principles of philosophy
that are not, however, philosophical but strictly mathematical - that
is, those on which the study of philosophy can be based. These
principles are the laws and conditions of motions and of forces,
which especially relate to philosophy. But in order to prevent these
principles from becoming sterile, I have illustrated them with some
philosophical scholia, treating topics that are general and that seem
to be the most fundamental for philosophy, such as the density and
resistance of bodies, spaces void of bodies, and the motion of light
and sounds. It still remains for us to exhibit the system of the world
from these same principles.
. . . to treat of God from phenomena is certainly a part of natural
philosophy.
– Isaac Newton1
1
The first passage is from the preface to Book iii of the Principia, and the second is from its
General Scholium, which was added to the second edition of the text in 1713 (793 and 943 of
Principia, respectively).
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2
Whewell was responding to Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s plea that the members of the British
Association stop calling themselves “natural philosophers,” for the scope of their research had
narrowed considerably in recent years. For details, see Laura Snyder, The Philosophical Breakfast
Club (New York: Broadway, 2011), 1–7. The first time that “scientist” was used in print was a
year later, when Whewell – in an anonymous review – discussed the outcome of the British
Association meeting in his review of Mary Somerville’s book, On the Connexion of the Physical
Sciences (The Quarterly Review 51 [1834], 59). The word “science,” which derives from the Latin
term “scientia” (meaning, roughly, knowledge), has been in continuous use in numerous contexts
since the fourteenth century, but it did not obtain its modern meaning until the mid-to-late
nineteenth century. Thus the new meaning of “science,” referring to the natural sciences
specifically, arose roughly at the time that the word “scientist” was coined (the OED has the
new meaning of “science” first appearing in 1867).
3
Two recent studies of the discipline of natural philosophy are Roger French and Andrew Cunning-
ham, Before Science: The Invention of the Friars’ Natural Philosophy (Brookfield: Scholar’s Press,
1996), and Edward Grant, A History of Natural Philosophy (Cambridge University Press, 2007). For
interpretations of Newton’s work in natural philosophy, see Howard Stein, “Newton’s Metaphys-
ics,” in The Cambridge Companion to Newton, ed. I. Bernard Cohen and George Smith (Cambridge
University Press, 2002), ch. 8, and, more recently, Andrew Janiak, Newton as Philosopher (Cambridge
University Press, 2008), Mary Domski, “Newton’s Empiricism and Metaphysics,” Philosophy
Compass 5 (2010), 525–34, and Steffen Ducheyne, The Main Business of Natural Philosophy
(Dordrecht: Springer, 2012). For a different perspective on Newton’s status as a natural philosopher
or a scientist, see Cohen and Smith’s introduction to the Cambridge Companion, 1–4.
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4
See “Newton and Newtonianism,” a special issue of The Southern Journal of Philosophy 50
(September 2012), edited by Mary Domski, which contains details of Newton’s connections to
figures such as Descartes, Spinoza, Wolff, and Kant. For a broader perspective on Newton’s
influence on the eighteenth century, see “Isaac Newton and the Eighteenth Century,” Enlightenment
and Dissent 25 (2009), ed. Stephen Snobelen.
5
See the detailed account of Kant’s reflections on Newtonian science in Michael Friedman, Kant’s
Construction of Nature: A Reading of the Metaphysical Foundations of Natural Science (Cambridge
University Press, 2012).
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6
Surprisingly, Kant declared that Rousseau was “the Newton of the mind” – for discussion, see
Susan Neiman, “Metaphysics, Philosophy: Rousseau on the Problem of Evil,” in Reclaiming the
History of Ethics: Essays for John Rawls, ed. Andrews Reath, Barbara Herman and Christine
Korsgaard (Cambridge University Press, 1997).
7
A proposition expressing a matter of fact cannot be known to be true without appeal to experience
because, unlike in the case of “relations of ideas,” the negation of the proposition is not
contradictory. For discussion of Hume’s relation to Newton, with citations to the voluminous
literature on that topic, see Graciela De Pierris, “Newton, Locke and Hume,” in Interpreting
Newton: Critical Essays, ed. Andrew Janiak and Eric Schliesser (Cambridge University Press,
2012).
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8
By the old calendar; other dates throughout this volume are given according to the new calendar.
9
See J. E. McGuire and Martin Tamny (eds.), Certain Philosophical Questions: Newton’s Trinity
Notebook (Cambridge University Press, 1983).
10
The Principia first appeared in 1687, ran into its third edition in 1726, just before Newton’s
death, and was translated into English by Andrew Motte in 1729; the Motte translation – as
modified by Florian Cajori in a 1934 edition – remained the standard until I. Bernard Cohen and
Anne Whitman published their entirely new version in 1999 (selections in this volume are from
this edition; see the Note on texts and translations below). It also appeared in 1759 in an
influential French translation by Emilie du Châtelet, the famous French Newtonian; remarkably,
her translation remains the standard in French to this day. The Opticks first appeared in 1704,
ran into its third edition in 1721, and was translated into Latin in 1706 by Samuel Clarke,
Newton’s famous defender in the correspondence with Leibniz; the Clarke translation ensured
the text’s accessibility on the Continent. There are many salient differences between Newton’s
two great works despite the tremendous influence each had on subsequent research in their
respective fields in the eighteenth century and beyond. As I. Bernard Cohen has argued,
Newton’s choice of the vernacular rather than Latin for the presentation of his optical views
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may reflect his opinion that English was more appropriate for a field like optics, which had not
yet achieved the same status as the science of the Principia, in part because it had not yet been
sufficiently mathematized.
11
Of course, there were exceptions: most prominently, perhaps, is Newton’s private correspond-
ence with John Locke concerning “two notable corruptions of Scripture” that concerned the
underpinnings of Newton’s belief that the standard doctrine of the Trinity was a corruption of
the original version of Christianity. See Newton’s extremely long letter of November 14, 1690 in
The Correspondence of Isaac Newton, ed. Herbert Turnbull, John Scott, A. R. Hall, and Laura
Tilling (Cambridge University Press, 1959–77), vol. iii, 83–129.
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Newton argues as follows here: since rays of light have colors as basic
features, we should regard these colors as qualities or properties of the
rays; but doing so requires us to think of the rays as bearers of qualities,
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which is to say, as substances in their own right. And if rays of light are
substances, this means that we cannot also think of them as qualities or
properties of anything else – a point that follows from a widely accepted
notion of a substance at the time, one easily found in Descartes, among
others.12 And if we cannot think of rays of light as properties or qualities,
then they are not waves, for waves are features of some medium (think
of waves on the surface of a lake). Light must be a stream of particles.
This line of argument became one of the centerpieces of the debate
that Newton’s paper generated. In some parts of his paper, when
Newton wrote of the “rays” of light, he had evidently intended to remain
neutral on whether the rays are particles or waves (this is reminiscent
of the ancient Greek practice of avoiding physical discussions of visual
rays). But then toward the paper’s end, Newton added his new line
of argument, which employed some philosophical analysis together with
some experimental evidence to support the conclusion that rays of
light cannot be waves after all. Newton’s critics pounced. This led to
the first problem he encountered in response to his paper: what he calls
his “theory” of light and colors was not merely rejected, but rather
immediately misunderstood, at least from his own perspective. Just days
after Newton’s paper was read at the Royal Society, Robert Hooke
responded with a detailed letter to Oldenburg. In the first few sentences,
Hooke indicates that, from his point of view, Newton’s “Hypothesis of
saving the phenomena of colours” essentially involves the contention
that rays of light are particulate, rather than wavelike.13 Hooke argues, in
contrast, that light “is nothing but a pulse or motion propagated through
an homogeneous, uniform and transparent medium;” that is, he argues
that light is indeed wavelike. He makes it perfectly clear, moreover, that
his hypothesis can save the phenomena of colours just as well as
Newton’s, which is to say, that his hypothesis is compatible with the
experimental evidence Newton gathers. Evidently, the line of argument
in the passage quoted above caught Hooke’s eye. Among philosophers,
12
Newton would have been familiar with the discussion of substances in Descartes, Principles of
Philosophy, part i: §§51–53.
13
See Hooke to Oldenburg, February 15, 1671/2, in Correspondence of Isaac Newton, vol. i, 113. In
recounting Newton’s theory, Hooke does mention the points about refrangibility and heterogen-
eity, but he thinks that Newton’s “first proposition” is “that light is a body” and that differently
colored rays of light are in fact “several sorts of bodies.” I take this to represent Hooke’s
interpretation of how Newton can account for the data with the theory that light consists of
particles.
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14
In Oeuvres complètes de Christiaan Huygens, ed. Johan Adriaan Vollgraff (The Hague: Nijhoff,
1888–1950), vol. x, 602. Ignatius Pardies, another of Newton’s interlocutors, similarly found it
difficult to differentiate the claim about the corporeal nature of light from Newton’s ideas
concerning refrangibility and heterogeneity. See his two letters to the Royal Society
concerning Newton’s work, both of which are reprinted in Isaac Newton’s Papers and Letters
on Natural Philosophy, ed. I. Bernard Cohen and Robert Schofield, revised edn (Cambridge, MA:
Harvard University Press, 1978,); cf. the discussion of Pardies in A. I. Sabra, Theories of Light
from Descartes to Newton, 2nd edn (Cambridge University Press, 1981), 264–7.
15
The letter to Boyle first appeared in The Works of the Honourable Robert Boyle, ed. Thomas Birch
(London, 1744), vol. i, 70–4.
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16
In his library, Newton had a 1656 Amsterdam edition of Descartes’s Principles, along with a 1664
London edition of the Meditations. On Newton’s relation to Descartes and to Cartesianism, see
the classic treatments in the chapter “Newton and Descartes” in Alexandre Koyré, Newtonian
Studies (Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1965), and in Stein, “Newton’s
Metaphysics.”
17
See John Heilbron, Elements of Early Modern Physics (Berkeley: University of California Press,
1982), 30. Even in Newton’s home university, Cambridge, and alma mater, Trinity College, his
works and ideas did not displace those of the Cartesians within the standard curriculum until
roughly 1700; indeed, Cartesianism was so popular that the Vice-Chancellor of Cambridge
University, Edmund Boldero, decreed in November 1688 that undergraduates could no longer
base their disputations on Descartes, but had to use Aristotle instead (see John Gascoigne,
Cambridge in the Age of the Enlightenment (Cambridge University Press, 1985), 54–5 and 143–5).
Part of the shift toward Newtonian ideas reflected the growing influence of Richard Bentley, who
became Master of Trinity in 1700, a post he retained for decades. Roger Cotes, whom Bentley
chose to be the editor of the second edition of the Principia in 1709, entered Trinity in 1699 and
became a fellow in 1705.
18
The text first appeared, in a transcription of the original Latin and an English translation, in
Unpublished Scientific Writings of Isaac Newton, ed. A. R. Hall and Marie Boas Hall (Cambridge
University Press, 1962). In the Halls’ judgment, the text is juvenile and probably originates in the
period from 1664 to 1668. In an influential interpretation, Betty Jo Teeter Dobbs contends, in
contrast, that the work is mature and was written in late 1684 or early 1685, while Newton was
preparing the first edition of the Principia. See Dobbs, The Janus Faces of Genius: The Role of
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Alchemy in Newton’s Thought (Cambridge University Press, 1991), 141–6, where she also reviews
various alternative opinions on the matter. In a recent essay, Jim Ruffner raises important doubts
concerning earlier interpretations, concluding that the text must have been written before
Halley’s famous visit to Newton in 1684 – see “Newton’s De gravitatione: A Review and
Reassessment,” Archive for the History of the Exact Sciences 66 (2012).
19
Stein presents this interpretation of Newton’s Principia in his classic essay, “Newtonian Space-
Time,” in The Annus Mirabilis of Sir Isaac Newton 1666–1966, ed. Robert Palter (Cambridge,
MA: MIT Press, 1970).
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can one take Kepler’s Laws, which were then considered among the very
best descriptions of the planetary orbits, and understand them in the
context of dynamical or causal principles? What kind of cause – for
some, what kind of force – would lead to planetary orbits of the kind
described by Kepler? In particular, Halley asked Newton the following
question: what kind of curve would a planet describe in its orbit around
the sun if it were acted upon by an attractive force that was inversely
proportional to the square of its distance from the sun? Newton imme-
diately replied that the curve would be an ellipse (rather than, say, a
circle).20 Halley was amazed that Newton had the answer at the ready.
But Newton also said that he had mislaid the paper on which the relevant
calculations had been made, so Halley left empty handed. He would
not be disappointed for long. In November of that year, Newton sent
Halley a nine-page paper, entitled De Motu (on motion), that presented
the sought-after demonstration, along with several other advances in
celestial mechanics. Halley was delighted, and immediately returned to
Cambridge for further discussion. It was these events that precipitated
the many drafts of De Motu that eventually became Principia mathematica
by 1686. Several aspects of the Principia have been central to philosoph-
ical discussions since its first publication, including Newton’s novel
methodology in the book, his conception of space and time, and his
attitude toward the dominant orientation within natural philosophy in
his day, the so-called mechanical philosophy.
Methodology
When Newton wrote the Principia between 1684 and 1686, he was not
contributing to a preexisting field of study called mathematical physics;
he was attempting to show how philosophers could employ various
mathematical and experimental methods in order to reach conclusions
about nature, especially about the motions of material bodies. In his
20
Although astronomers for centuries had thought that the planetary orbits must be circular, for
various important reasons, in the seventeenth century Kepler had argued that they are in fact
elliptical (although this is consistent with the idea, which became important in later contexts, that
the orbits are nearly circular). This innovation proved to be crucial for later work in celestial
mechanics. Ellipses are figures in which a straight line from the center to any arbitrary point on
the surface does not describe a single radius that is equal in length to all other radii. So they are
more difficult to deal with geometrically than circles.
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21
See the “Lectiones opticae” of 1670 in The Optical Papers of Isaac Newton, ed. Alan Shapiro
(Cambridge University Press, 1984), vol. i, 86–7.
22
See Daniel Garber, “Leibniz, Newton and Force,” in Interpreting Newton, ed. Janiak and
Schliesser, ch. 2.
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23
We owe this translation of the phrase to Alexandre Koyré, who first noted that Newton uses the
word “feign” in a parallel discussion in English: From the Closed World to the Infinite Universe
(Baltimore, MD: Johns Hopkins University Press, 1957), 229 and 299 n. 12.
24
For an influential discussion of the development in Newton’s conception of hypotheses over
time, see I. Bernard Cohen, “Hypotheses in Newton’s Philosophy,” Physis: Rivista Internazio-
nale di Storia della Scienza 8 (1966), 163–84.
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their orbits.25 Newton would have argued that Leibniz had “feigned” the
hypothesis of the vortices. A debate between the two philosophers on this
score would bring them to the question of the mechanical philosophy:
whereas Newton might object to Leibniz’s reasoning on methodological
grounds, Leibniz might reply that Newton’s theory of gravity involves
action at a distance, which his vortex hypothesis avoids (see below).
In addition to the General Scholium, the second edition of the
Principia also included what Newton called “regulae philosophandi,”
or rules of philosophy (this volume, p. 108), which became the focal
point of vigorous discussion and debate well into the eighteenth century.
The first two rules concern causal reasoning, but it is the third rule that
generated the most debate, for it involved both an aspect of Newton’s
controversial argument for universal gravity and also a rare public
statement by Newton of what he regarded as the “foundation” of natural
philosophy. The third rule concerns an induction problem: we have
perceptions and experiments that provide us with knowledge of
the objects and natural phenomena in our neck of the universe, but on
what basis can we reach a conclusion concerning objects and phenomena
throughout the rest of the universe? Newton himself reached such a
conclusion about gravity in proposition 7 of Book iii of the Principia.
Part of Newton’s answer is presented in rule 3: “Those qualities of
bodies that cannot be intended and remitted [i.e., increased and dimin-
ished] and that belong to all bodies on which experiments can be made
should be taken as qualities of all bodies universally” (this volume,
p. 109). We know, say, that a clump of dirt has certain qualities such
as extension and mobility, but how do we know that the entire earth has
such qualities? It surely lies beyond the reach of our experiments, or at
any rate, it did in Newton’s day. Newton says that the sun and the earth
interact according to his law of gravity, but how do we know that the sun
contains a quantity of matter, that it is a material body with the same
basic qualities that characterize the earth or the moon? Newton thinks
that gravity reaches into the very center of the sun, but what did anyone
in 1713 know about such things? Newton glosses his third rule in part as
follows, connecting it with his laws of motion:
25
See the Tentamen in Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz, Mathematische Schriften, ed. C. Gerhardt
(Berlin, 1849), vol. vi, 149, and Domenico Bertoloni Meli, Equivalence and Priority: Newton
vs. Leibniz (Oxford University Press, 1993), 128–9.
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26
This is a potentially confusing way of referring to the mass – specifically, what we would call the
inertial mass – of a body. See Definition Three in this volume, p. 80.
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more, some impressed forces need not involve contact between bodies
at all. For instance, gravity is a kind of centripetal force, and the latter,
in turn, is a species of impressed force. Hence a body moving in a straight
line will continue to do so until it experiences a gravitational pull, even
if no body impacts upon it. Indeed, the gravitational pull might originate
with a mass that is millions of miles away. As we have seen, an impressed
force is an action exerted on a body. Hence the gravity exerted on a
moving body is an action (the Latin term is actio), which is obviously a
causal notion. This is not an empirical claim per se; it is merely a reflection
of Newton’s laws, together with his notion of an impressed force, and his
further idea that gravity is one kind of impressed force. These elements
of the Principia make conceptual room for a causal interaction between
two bodies separated by a vast distance. This became known in philo-
sophical circles as the problem of action at a distance.27
Many of Newton’s most influential contemporaries objected vigorously
to the fact that his philosophy had made room for – if not explicitly
defended – the possibility of distant action between material bodies.
Leibniz and Huygens in particular rejected this aspect of Newton’s work
in the strongest terms, and it remained a point of contention between
Newton and Leibniz for the rest of their lives (see below). Both Leibniz
and Huygens were convinced that all natural change occurs through contact
action, and that any deviation from this basic mechanist principle within
natural philosophy would lead to serious difficulties, including the revival
of outmoded Aristotelian ideas. By the seventh proposition of Book iii
of the Principia, as we have seen, Newton reached the following conclu-
sion: “Gravity acts on all bodies universally and is proportional
to the quantity of matter in each.” Leibniz eventually accused Newton
of regarding gravity as a kind of “occult quality,” that is, as a quality
of bodies that is somehow hidden within them and beyond the
philosopher’s understanding. Newton’s gloss on Rule 3 only made matters
worse from Leibniz’s point of view, since it tacitly (or functionally) treats
gravity as a kind of universal quality akin to extension or impenetrability.
But unlike them, it was occult, imperceptible and unintelligible.
One would think that the criticisms of Leibniz and Huygens – both of
whom were held in high regard by Newton early in his career – would
27
For a classic treatment, see Mary Hesse, Forces and Fields: The Concept of Action at a Distance in
the History of Physics (London: Nelson, 1961).
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28
Indeed, in recent years there has been a robust debate about the correspondence with Bentley in
particular, and about Newton’s attitude toward action at a distance in general, with many
interpreters criticizing the account in Janiak, Newton as Philosopher. See, e.g., Steffen Ducheyne,
“Newton on Action at a Distance and the Cause of Gravity,” Studies in History and Philosophy of
Science 42 (2011), 154–9; John Henry, “Gravity and De Gravitatione: The Development of
Newton’s Ideas on Action at a Distance,” Studies in History and Philosophy of Science 42 (2011),
11–27; and Eric Schliesser, “Newton’s Substance Monism, Distant Action, and the Nature of
Newton’s Empiricism,” Studies in History and Philosophy of Science 42 (2011), 160–6. Cf. Janiak’s
reply to their criticisms in “Three Concepts of Cause in Newton,” Studies in History and
Philosophy of Science 44 (2013): 397–407.
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nuanced interpretation of this letter is the obvious fact that Newton appar-
ently regarded action at a distance as perfectly possible when writing
the Principia. It is difficult to reconcile the Principia with the Bentley
correspondence. One can argue that although he left open the possibility
of action at a distance in his main work, Newton himself did not accept
that possibility. The debate on such matters continues unabated.
29
See Lisa Shapiro (ed.), The Correspondence between Princess Elisabeth of Bohemia and René
Descartes (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2007), and Genevieve Lewis (ed.), Descartes:
Correspondance avec Arnauld et Morus, texte Latin et traduction (Paris: Librairie philosophique
Vrin, 1953).
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all. She's a murderer; she drowned my puppy and held my hands tight when I tried to save him. She
drowned him in the water-butt and laughed all the time, and, oh, he thought I would save him. He
looked at me, and he was such a darling!"
The little girl buried her face in her hands and sobbed as if her heart would break.
Mrs. Inglefield moved closer to her and put her motherly arms round her.
"My poor little girl, tell me a little more. What is your name? And where do you live?"
"My name is Inez. I used to live in London with Dad and Mother and I was happy there, for I had a
kind Nanny. And then she went away and Julia came. And Dad and Mother are out in Spain, and our
house in London is shut up, and Mother said it would do me good to come down to the country and
stay at the Park with Julia."
She wiped her eyes and regarded Diana with interest. "I'd like to know you," she said; "I haven't any
friends here at all, not one!"
"You will have to come and see us," said Mrs. Inglefield. "Would you be allowed to?"
"Julia doesn't care where I go, she only dresses me and puts me to bed; she's going to marry Jim the
under-gardener, I think. She's always with him in the garden. Mrs. Ball is the crossest cook I've ever
seen. She hates children, always did, she says, so she hates me, and the other maids always tell me
to get out of their way. Sometimes they're kind, but I keep away from them all. I like climbing trees
and making bows and arrows. I only shoot at targets on trees. I love the birds—I've a tame robin who
comes into the nursery. I call him Jack."
Then Mrs. Inglefield said that she and Diana must go on to the farm. Inez asked if she might
accompany them.
"I told Julia I should run away and kill myself, and never be heard of again," she remarked
thoughtfully, "but now I've met you, I don't think I'll do that."
"I'm quite sure you wouldn't really be so foolish and naughty as to try to hurt yourself, because
somebody else had done it," said Mrs. Inglefield gravely.
"I don't care what I do when I'm in a temper," said Inez carelessly. "I fight Julia. I pulled all her hair
down one day."
"Don't tell us of the naughty things you do, for we don't want to feel unhappy, but tell us of the good
things you do," said Mrs. Inglefield cheerfully.
Inez was silent, then she began to chatter to Diana, and Mrs. Inglefield let the children talk together.
They soon reached the farm; Mrs. Cobb was upstairs in bed, so Mrs. Inglefield went up to see her,
and Diana and Inez climbed the gate and sat on the top rail of it, swinging their legs to and fro, and
talking eagerly together.
A pleasant-faced young woman, a niece of Mrs. Cobb's, presently came out of the house with two
glasses of milk and two slices of currant cake. The children thanked her, and left their gate and came
into the old porch and sat down there to enjoy what was given them. Diana was looking with the
greatest interest at a hen and her tiny chicks who were on the bit of grass lawn before the house.
"What darlings!" she said. "How I wish I could have some little chickens of my own! I've never seen
them in London."
"We have a lot," said Inez. "I'll bring you one or two if you like, unless the old hen makes a fuss and
tries to peck my eyes out."
Diana was delighted. "I'll make a little home for them in my doll's house," she said; "I brought it from
London, and the doors all open and shut, so they could run in and out."
They were very busy talking about it when Mrs. Inglefield appeared.
They walked across the fields, and then Mrs. Inglefield told Inez that she had better run home.
"I wonder," she said to her, "if you would like to please me by trying to be nice to Julia when you go
back. If you will try, I would like you to come to tea with my children on Monday."
Inez looked up:
"I won't promise," she said earnestly, "for it may be too difficult, but if I'm awfully wicked I won't come
to tea with you. That will make me try hard to be good."
Then she ran off. Her woes had been forgotten. She seemed a happy careless child.
"Oh, Mums, I do like her so much!" said Diana. "I've often wished we had another girl in our family.
'Specially now Chris has changed to me. And she loves hearing stories, she says she never gets
tired of it. And I'm going to tell her some of mine that I haven't written down. I do like people who
listen to them. I have to keep them bottled up so."
"Poor little storyteller!" said her mother, laughing. "I am afraid that busy brain of yours is only working
in one corner."
"It's working in your imagination corner, and there are several other corners more important: the
learning corner—what grown-up people would call the receptive corner, and the spiritual corner. I
should like that last corner to spread and spread till it covered the centre of your brain. Do you ever
think about your Saviour and about heaven, that happy home prepared for those who love Him?"
Diana had hold of her mother's hand. She squeezed it tightly, but did not speak for a moment; then
she said:
"Noel has that corner spreading all over him, but nobody has talked to us as you do. Granny never
did."
"Well, darling, I'm going to talk very often about it, because I love to do so, and I want my children to
grow up with their little hands placed in the Hands of their loving Saviour; I want them to be led
through their lives by Him."
Mrs. Inglefield smiled. She understood her children, and never gave them too much at a time. But
she prayed a lot for them, as all good mothers do.
When they reached home they found Chris dusty, hot, and rather cross. He was cleaning his bicycle
with some old rags outside the shed in which he kept it.
"Have you had a nice time?" his mother asked. "Where is Noel?"
"I think he's sulking in a ditch. I let him ride much more than I did, and then he went on for miles and
left me. He wouldn't stop. And when I did come up with him I let him have it, and he yelled, and I told
him, he shouldn't get on it again, so I came on home by myself."
"Oh, Chris! He's a little boy. You shouldn't have left him. Where is this ditch? I did think I could trust
you to take care of him."
Chris looked ashamed of himself, then he straightened himself and met his mother's eyes frankly:
"I'm sorry, Mums, but he is a little rotter. And he could have walked home quite well. It was at the four
cross corner by the Green Farm."
"That is nearly two miles away. I shall have to go and look for him."
Nurse had appeared, and protested as she heard her mistress say this.
"Indeed, you shall not, ma'am. You're much too tired. Master Chris must go himself."
"I can't," said Chris. "The little beast kicked and kicked at my bicycle with all his might, and
something is bent, it won't go properly. It began to go wrong just before I got home."
Mrs. Inglefield hesitated. She was feeling very tired. And Diana's quick eyes had seen it.
"Chris, I'll come with you a part of the way, anyhow," she said. "I'm not as tired as Mums, and I dare
say we shall meet him. And I want to tell you all about a strange little girl we met to-day."
"That's right," said Mrs. Inglefield. "I really think I must let you go. It is very silly of me, but I'm not a
good walker. I got out of the way of it in India. I hope you will meet him on the way."
So Chris and Diana set off, and Mrs. Inglefield sat down in a big chair in her tiny hall and gave a sigh.
"I wish my three children pulled together better, Nurse. Whose fault is it, do you think?"
"They'll get on all right after a bit, ma'am. It's early days yet. Master Noel has been accustomed to
have things all his own way, so it comes difficult to him. I think he wants a little taking down at times,
but Master Chris deserves to be tired, leaving him in the lurch like that."
"I shall not let them go out together again. It was an experiment."
And then, about half-past six, they appeared. Mrs. Inglefield met them at the door with great relief of
mind.
Noel was in the middle of them, and looked tear-stained and defiant.
"We've had to drag him along," Diana said breathlessly. "He wasn't trying to come home, he was just
sitting there expecting you to fetch him, determined not to walk home at all by himself."
"My legs is nearly broken, I'm so tarred. Chris lost me and left me, and I didn't know the way home.
He's a beast!"
"Hush, hush! Now, no more tears. You are growing out of a baby. Go upstairs with Nurse, and you'll
feel better after tea."
Nurse took him off and managed to comfort him. Diana toiled upstairs with weary legs, and Chris
turned to his mother.
"Oh, do, Mums, do! Forgive me. It's all my fault. I was furious with him for not playing fair. I forgot he
was only a baby. And he kicks so! When he kicks my shins, I feel I'd like to give him a good
thrashing!"
Chris looked at his mother so appealingly that she took him into her arms and kissed him.
"My eldest son," she said softly: "I want to feel that he is my right hand when his father is away!"
"Oh, I won't fail you next time," he said in a whisper; "give me a next time, won't you?"
"I hope you'll have a good many 'next times,'" said his mother, smiling. "Now off to your tea, my boy,
and make your peace with Noel."
She said no more about the matter till bedtime. They had not so much time with her as usual as their
tea was extra late, but when Noel was in bed she talked to him very gravely.
He was still very angry with Chris, and began making excuses for himself, but his mother stopped
him:
"I generally find that the angry person is the one in the wrong," she said. "Now, Noel, listen, hold your
breath and hush! What does God think of you, I wonder! He was there, He saw it all, He heard all
you said and saw all you did. You were the first in the wrong, you had no right to go off with Chris's
bicycle and refuse to give it up. It belongs to him, not to you. And it was very good of him to let you
ride it at all. I must now forbid you to use it again till you have my permission. You can't be trusted
with it. You made Chris angry this afternoon, you vexed and worried me by not coming home, and
you grieved God. You are His little servant, but this afternoon you changed sides and have been
serving the Devil. What are you doing now? You can't go to sleep till you have asked God to forgive
you."
Noel lay very still, his angry eyes closed, and he looked like a little angel.
Mrs. Inglefield had one of his hot little hands in hers, and she felt it twitching. She was silent now,
and for a few minutes only the rather loud ticking of the nursery clock broke the stillness in the room.
"I'm quite, quite good now," he said calmly; "he's left me very kickly, because God and I turned him
out."
"I am glad to hear it, darling. Now, will you tell God that you are sorry?"
"I've told Him. And I fink it's all right. I fink He's forgiven me."
"I'd like you to tell Chris you're sorry, too. If I bring Chris here, will you do so?"
"Noel!"
"I'm afraid," he murmured, "Satan's still inside me; he's left a bit of himself behind."
Mrs. Inglefield got up.
She knew that Noel rather liked to prolong this kind of conversation.
"I am going to fetch Chris," she said; "if you're really sorry—and God will not forgive you unless you
are—you will of course, own up to him that it was your fault in the beginning—you know that is true."
She left the room. Noel wriggled about a good deal in bed, and when Chris came in there was
nothing visible of him: only a fat lump below the bedclothes.
"Here is Chris," said Mrs. Inglefield; "I will leave you together."
"I'm sorry!"
"So am I!" said Chris frankly; "I hate making Mums unhappy!"
"Mums is always happy. It's only wicked people who are mis'able."
"Wicked people make her miserable," said Chris; "at least, we do."
"I'm never to touch it again, never! Mums said so. Isn't that a punishment?"
Noel nodded. "And so I did, too. I've finished telling everybody I'm sorry, and now I'm going to sleep."
"We'll shake hands on it," he said. "That's what we do at school when we've had a fight."
So Noel's fat dimpled hand and Chris's were clasped together, and then Chris crept silently out of the
room. His mother was standing by a passage window looking out into the dusky garden. A young
moon was rising over a hill in the distance. Her thoughts were away in India with her husband. She
was longing, as she so often did, to have him once more by her side.
"We're all right, Mother. I'm so sorry we've made you sad."
"I've been wondering what kind of boys your father will meet when he comes home. Whether he'll be
disappointed in them, and tell me that I have failed to train them rightly: that I have spoilt them. I wish
he were here to talk to you, Chris."
"Oh, Mums, we want no one but you," was Chris's fervent reply; "and I'm awfully sorry about this
afternoon. It was all my fault. I was cross to him first, and then he did it to spite me, and I left him
there and rode off, to spite him! But we've made it up, and it won't happen again, I promise you!"
Then his mother turned quickly and kissed the brown head on her shoulder.
"I want to depend on you; I want to know that Noel won't come to harm when he's with you, and I'm
going to trust you again, Chris. I don't believe you'll fail me."
Mrs. Inglefield had no fault to find with Chris for a long time after that. His ambition was to have his
mother's trust and confidence.
CHAPTER VII
Inez at Home
On Monday afternoon Inez appeared just before three o'clock. Miss Morgan was just taking Diana
and Noel out for their daily walk, but Mrs. Inglefield said that as Inez had come so early, they could
all play in the garden together, instead of walking out, so Miss Morgan went home and the children
were left to themselves.
Of course the garden was shown to Inez: she was tremendously interested in it all.
"It's so lovely to be able to grow just what you like," she said; "I think I shall get our gardener to give
me a bit of ground, but not for flowers. I shall grow pumpkins and pomegranates."
"Oh!" said Diana, awed by this magnificent idea, "Will you be able to do it?"
"I like the idea of growing your own Christmas tree," she said. "I think you were a clever boy to think
of it."
"He's my little friend," he said; "I talk to him a lot. It's very dull for him now, but he knows his grand
time is coming. And he's growing like anyfing. Look at his dear little green tips."
When they had seen all over the garden, they climbed Up into the medlar tree, and Diana began
telling one of her wonderful stories. She found Inez a better listener than Noel. He presently left
them, but the story continued, and was left to be continued.
"I can't make up any more now," said Diana; "I'll tell you the rest when we see each other next!"
Then they got down from the tree and played hide-and seek, and after a time Diana was called
indoors by Nurse. Some new shoes had arrived which had to be tried on. Noel and Inez stayed in the
garden.
"Would you like to see some flowers I planted for God?" Noel asked, wishing to do his part in
entertaining the guest.
Inez looked at him and laughed, then followed him into the churchyard, where he showed her with
pride some sweet-peas and blue cornflowers coming up by the church porch. Then he showed her
some forget-me-nots growing on a small grave, and on another, some little pink asters.
"I did those," he said with pride, "but Mr. Wargrave stopped me. I do fink God might have a better
garden, don't you? Mr. Wargrave says people are God's flowers. They're all sleeping underground
now, but they'll come up the most lovely people by and by. At least, I s'pose it's their bodies that will.
They get out of them when they die, and go away to God."
"You are a funny boy!" said Inez, staring at him. "Nobody in our house talks about God. Go on, say
some more."
"Well, you know," said Noel eagerly, "I'm a Chris'mas child, specially born on the same day as Jesus
Christ. Chris and Diana don't understand, so God loves me and I love Him, and I want Him to have
lovely flowers in His garden, because He likes them. He made them, you know, so of course He
does."
"I s'pose," said Inez, "He made me, but God doesn't like me. I'm too wicked."
"Are you?" said Noel, looking at her curiously. "What kind of wickedness do you do?"
"Well, yesterday I got the garden hose and I turned it on into Julia's bedroom window. It's rather low
down, and she was doing her hair and trying on ear-rings, waiting for the gardener to come along
and talk to her. She was in such a rage; her face was streaming with water, and then I had to hide
from her till she forgot it a bit, and I hid in the best spare-room bed, and then they made a fuss about
that."
"I think that's rather fun," said Noel, his eyes sparkling. "I wonder if we have got a hose. It squirts
water, doesn't it? We used to have one in India. I should like to squirt my Chris'mas tree. He'd like it,
I'm sure."
"I like to squirt people who don't like it," said Inez; "that's wicked, they say. But I don't think I care
about God. I hate saying my prayers. I never know what it means, and it's so dull. And church is
awfully dull."
"Oh!" gasped Noel; "I think it's beautiful! It belongs to God. He comes there, you know, every
Sunday, and in the week besides. I almost fink I see Him sometimes. Mums says that God likes
everybody, and calls them to get near Him. He doesn't like them far away."
"But God lives millions and billions of miles away up at the back of the stars," said Inez in a
thoughtful tone.
"Oh, but He doesn't stay there," said Noel, shaking his head gravely. "Oh dear, no! He's always close
to us. Why, I really do believe He's listening to us now."
There was such an emphatic conviction in Noel's tone that Inez looked quickly round; then she
laughed uneasily.
"I hope He didn't hear me say I didn't like church," she said, "and I didn't like Him. But that's how I'm
wicked, they all say so. I care for nobody and nobody cares for me. And now let's jump over those
flower-beds: we've been grave enough."
They were back in the garden by this time, and of course in jumping the flower-beds Inez missed the
distance and landed herself in the middle of one, breaking a young azalea to pieces and making
havoc of some small seedlings planted.
"There now, that's a wickedness!" said Inez ruefully, as she surveyed the disaster. "Now, what will
your mother say to me? Shall I tell her that a wild dog came in from the road and did it, or some
pigs? Do you keep pigs?"
Then Diana appeared, saying that tea was ready. She was consulted about the damaged flower-bed.
And Mrs. Inglefield was not. She smiled at Inez, called her a little tomboy, and asked her not to do it
again. Then they went upstairs to the nursery to tea.
There were hot buttered scones, plum cake, honey, and some fancy biscuits. Inez enjoyed her tea
thoroughly.
"I hope you'll come to tea with me very soon," she said; "but I'm afraid they won't give us so good a
tea as this. I should like you to come the end of this week: will you? We've a lovely big house to play
hide-and-seek in!"
"May Chris come, too?" asked Diana. "He'll be home on Saturday from school. If you asked us then,
he'd be able to come. Will Julia like us coming?"
"I shan't tell her till the day arrives," said Inez, "and then there'll be no time for her to do anything.
She didn't mind my coming here to-day. She's glad to get rid of me."
"And I'll have time before Saturday to make up a lot more about 'Ada and Gertie,'" said Diana.
"Ada and Gertie" were the two motherless heroines in Diana's story.
They chattered away all tea-time, and afterwards went down to the drawing-room and had games
with Mrs. Inglefield.
Inez was very loath to go home. To her surprise, at seven o'clock Julia appeared. She was a very
smart young woman with a sharp voice, but she was quite respectful to Mrs. Inglefield.
"I've come to fetch Miss Inez," she announced, and then, whilst Inez was putting on her outdoor
shoes, she went into the nursery and had a chat with Nurse.
"I hope the little girl won't be making our children naughty, ma'am. That young woman says she is
terribly wild, and she can do nothing with her. She ran out of the house in her nightdress one night,
and she has fits of passion in which she threatens to kill anyone who comes near her, and herself in
the bargain. 'Tis a pity she has no governess, or isn't sent to school. She's supposed to do lessons
with that young person, but she seems to have no influence over her, and the child will learn
nothing."
"I think there are faults on both sides," said Mrs. Inglefield. "Mr. Wargrave has been telling me about
the child. Her parents don't care for her. They wanted a boy because of the property; and it goes to a
distant cousin, for a girl can't inherit. Poor little Inez has never had any love in her life. I feel a great
pity for her, and I think we must try and help her."
It had been arranged before Inez left that the children should come over to spend the following
Saturday afternoon with her. Mrs. Inglefield had asked Julia if it would be convenient to her, and she
had made no objection.
"I don't know that I care about going to tea with a girl," he said.
"It won't hurt you, my boy. Inez has a most beautiful home, and you will enjoy seeing it. I used to go
to the Park, as it is called, when I was a little girl, and I loved it. I am afraid there are no deer now in
the Park, as there used to be, but the gardens are delightful, and perhaps she will take you up to
what we used to call the battlements. It is a walk round the roof with a wall outside and places where
the cannons used to be fired. It is like an old castle."
This sounded interesting, and when Saturday came, Chris accompanied Diana and Noel without a
murmur.
Chris felt he was in charge of the party, and squared his shoulders as he marched along the road.
"Don't you think Inez is a pretty name?" Diana asked him. "Mother says she is Spanish—at least, her
mother is. I can't think why she isn't happy living in a big beautiful house; but she told me that all the
rooms were shut up, and that she has only one small room to live in. And she has all her meals
alone. Julia likes to have hers with the other servants. It must be very dull for her."
"I wish she had a brother," said Chris; "I wonder if she could play cricket? We might try a game."
Talking together the mile soon came to an end. They turned in at some big iron gates, and up a drive
bordered by chestnut trees, which were in full blossom.
Diana insisted upon stopping to gaze up at them. She always had a keen eye for beauty.
"They're wonderful," she said. "It's like going up an avenue to an enchanted castle. Let's pretend
Inez is a princess kept in close custody."
"Oh, but how wet and sticky!" said Noel. "I shouldn't like to be kept in custard!"
Diana and Chris shouted with laughter. Noel did not like to be laughed at, and he turned a little sulky;
but when they came up to the house he was himself again.
It was an old grey stone, turreted building. Two gardeners were mowing a very big lawn in front of it,
and there were beds of spring flowers in front of the big square stone porch. They had to go up a
flight of steps to the door, but before they had got to the top Inez had appeared.
"I saw you from the window," she said, a little breathlessly, "and I slid down the banisters the whole
way."
"I'm the eldest of the family," Chris replied, drawing up his head proudly.
"So am I," said Inez, dancing lightly up and down on the tips of her toes. "I'm the eldest, and I'm the
youngest, too, for there's nobody older or younger than me. I'm the only one."
"Come along upstairs, and I'll show you where I live, and then we'll have a jolly racket all over the
house and garden!"
She pulled hold of Diana's hand; the children followed her through a very large and lofty hall, up a
broad staircase, and then along some stone passages through low doorways, until she pushed open
the door of a room.
It was not a very cheerful-looking room. There were two windows, but they were small, set in thick
grey stone. The carpet was a dingy brown. There was a round table with a red cloth, a horsehair
sofa, a glass bookcase with a cupboard underneath it, a few very gloomy-looking pictures. Four
chairs stood against the wall.
"You're very tidy," Diana observed as she looked round. "Where do you keep your playthings? You
should see our nursery! It's littered all over the floor."
"I haven't got any playthings," said Inez; "I don't care for that sort of thing, and Julia keeps this room
tidy. I'm never in it, and if she locks me in I just climb out of the window and walk along the gutter till I
get to the battlements. I like playing in the stables and lofts. I have some rabbits I'll show you. I only
come up here for meals."
"No, and tea will come very soon. Take off your gloves and things, and come on down to the garden."
This they did, and all agreed that the gardens and shrubberies and stables were the best places to
be in.
They had not seen half of them before a tea bell rang, and they had to return to the house. Julia had
provided quite a nice tea: bread-and-butter, scones with jam, currant buns, and a big seed cake. She
poured out tea for them, and then left them. Inez, with some importance, took her place, and poured
out more cups of tea when wanted. Her tongue was very busy, and her little guests listened to her
accounts of herself with surprise and awe. There seemed nothing that she could not and would not
do.
She rode the cows as well as the horses bare-back, she drove the carts backwards and forwards to
the Farm, she had a rope ladder which she fixed to all kinds of dangerous places, and she could
climb up and down it like a monkey. Chris's eyes sparkled as he listened: this girl was more like a
boy than anything else, he thought, and he began to long to join her in some of her mischievous
pranks. When tea was over she suggested they should go to the battlements, and she took them
through a narrow door, up a winding stone staircase, till they came out above the house. Here they
had the greatest fun, running round the turreted towers and looking through the peepholes down to
the country stretching out below them.
"You—you know what I'm going to do when I grow up?" Inez said. "I shall have a flying machine of
my own, and fly all over the world."
"You couldn't do it," said Chris. "You'd come a cropper. It wants a proper airman to-fly."
"I'd be a proper airwoman," said Inez obstinately. "Now we'll come down and have some shooting. I
have some bows and arrows. I've just one friend, Dick Yorke: he's the boy at the west lodge, and he
makes stunning bows and arrows. He and I have shooting matches."
She led them on to the old lawn, left them there whilst she raced off to a shed, and came back in a
few minutes with half a dozen bows in one hand and a bundle of arrows in the other.
This sport proved very exciting. Chris enjoyed it as much as anyone. They aimed at big paper targets
fixed on some tree-trunks at the bottom of the lawn, and Chris and Inez both reached the bull's-eye.
There was no lack of occupation that evening. They went all over the stables, saw the two white
terriers, the rabbits, chickens and turkeys, pigs and goats. They visited the barns, and enjoyed the
swing that Inez had got one of the men to put up for her, and then, to their dismay, the big clock in
the stable-yard struck seven.
Mrs. Inglefield had told them that they must leave Inez at seven o'clock.
When Chris said they must go, Inez declared that they should not.
"Why, I don't go to bed till eight, and very often I run out and hide somewhere away from Julia, and
don't come in till nearly nine. I haven't shown you half yet. I want to take you down to the pond where
the fish are."
"We must go now," Chris said firmly. "I promised Mother we should be punctual."
"I don't think you're to be pitied at all, with all this," said Diana, waving her hands about. "I think you
live in a lovely house, Inez; I should never, never be dull, and I should write stories about people
being shut up in your castle, and soldiers outside trying to catch them."
"It's so dull being alone," said Inez with a pout. "I have nobody with me."
"You have two peoples always," said Noel, staring at her with big eyes.
"Oh, shut up, Noel!" said Chris. "And come on. We must not be late."
"Oh, what a good boy am I!" said Inez mockingly. "But I shan't let you go, so don't you think it. You
can easily say you didn't know the time."
They were walking towards the house as they spoke, and Diana ran upstairs to get their gloves and
scarves that they had taken off before tea.
When she had got them and was coming downstairs again, she heard a great noise in the hall.
She had inveigled Chris and Noel into the big library, and then had run out and turned the key of the
door.
"Now I've got you!" she cried, dancing up and down. "And you'll have to be late going home, for I
shan't let you go."
Chris and Noel battered at the door, and Julia appeared. Then ensued a struggle for the key. Inez
fought and screamed and kicked, and even tried to bite, when Julia wrenched the key out of her
grasp and unlocked the door. Diana looked on in horror. Inez seemed to have turned into a little tiger.
"Come on," she said to the boys, "let us get out of this." And then they hastily went out of the hall
door.
"You are all milksops, and I don't care for one of you! You might have backed me up against that
beast of a Julia!"
"And now I suppose you'll go home and tell your mother how wicked I am, and she'll never let me
come near you again!"
The children were silent for a moment, then Diana said steadily:
"We tell Mother everything, but she won't be angry, only sorry."
"And now I know who does always live in your house," said Noel in his eager, breathless way: "it's
the Devil!"
Chris hurried his sister and brother down the drive, and Inez stopped still and gazed after them with
tears in her eyes.
"Good-bye," Chris said, looking back and waving his cap, "and thank you for a very nice time."
Inez made no answer: she turned and walked back slowly to the house. Noel's strange words rang in
her ears: "Julia says I'm a young devil," she said to herself slowly. "I wonder if it is the Devil that
makes me get into such tempers. I don't like to think he lives in the house with me."
"I do wish you wouldn't talk so much about God and the Devil. People don't do it. It makes us quite
ashamed of you."
"I don't care," said Noel, setting his lips in an obstinate line. "It was Satan that made her fight like
that. I'll ask Mother if it wasn't!"
"She's awfully naughty," said Diana, "but I do like her. She thinks we're prigs, but we couldn't be
expected to all begin to fight and kick and scream at poor Julia. I don't wonder she gets cross with
Inez!"
"She ought to go to school," said Chris in his superior tone. "She'd soon get licked into shape."
"She told me when her father and mother come home they are going to send her to school, and she
says she will like it."
"Oh, will she!" said Chris with a short laugh. "A boy came the other day to our school: his mother and
nurse have spoilt him, and he began carrying on high jinks with some fellows. You should have seen
how they dropped on him! I felt quite sorry for the kid!"
"I don't preach. But I shall when I grow up. It's very good to preach."
When they reached home they found their mother waiting for them. She was soon taken into their
confidence, but as Diana said, she did not feel angry with Inez, only very, very sorry for her.
"I'm not afraid of her doing you harm, for I hope you will do her good."
"No. You need not be. Be your own happy bright little selves, and show her that you are happier
doing right than when you are doing wrong. That is all."
The children said no more. Diana had been rather afraid that their acquaintance with Inez might be
stopped, and she was looking forward to pouring out some of the imaginations in her brain to her.
Now she felt quite happy.
"Mother always understands," she said to herself as she laid her head down on her pillow that night,
"and if Inez had a mother like ours, I expect she'd be as good as gold!"
CHAPTER VIII
The Little Rescuers
"Come on, you little duffer! You're only picking rubbish. We want to get to the wild strawberries!"
"I'm tarred, and moss isn't rubbish! I fink I shall put it round my Chris'mas tree."
Chris, Diana and Noel were taking a walk together. It was the following Saturday, and Mrs. Inglefield,
who encouraged independence in Chris, assented gladly when he told her that the baker had told
him of a field which contained wild strawberries and that they would all like to go and get them. Chris
had never seen a wild strawberry in his life, but he imagined them to be pretty much like those he
had seen in the London shops. It was rather a long walk for Noel, and he soon began to lag behind
and stop to look in the hedges for spoils. Chris felt impatient; it was a hot afternoon in June, and the
country lane was dusty and breathless. No friendly trees shaded them from the glaring sun. Diana
trudged along with a smiling face. She was generally wrapt in dreams when she was out of doors,
but Noel's plaintive voice roused her.
"Take my hand," she said; "I'll help you along. It isn't much farther now. It's that high field over there
by the side of the wood, isn't it, Chris?"
"Yes, that's it. We can sit down when we get there and eat."
Diana laughed.
"You do say such things!" she said. "Take your handkerchief out and wipe your face. We're all hot."
The lane along which they were walking was very narrow and winding. It was a by-lane, and by the
grassy ruts in it showed that it was not much used.
As they rounded a corner they suddenly came upon a motor turned nearly upside down in a hedge,
and by the side of it a lady sat reclining against a bank. She did not see them till they were right up to
her, for her eyes were shut, and she was groaning in an unhappy sort of way.
The children stood still, and then, doffing his cap, Chris stepped up to her.
The lady started and looked up. Then she put her hand up to her head and pulled her hat straight.
She had a very cheerful-looking face and seemed about the age of their mother.
"Thank goodness someone has come by at last! I thought in this benighted country that no one
would come to my help! Of course you can help me, little boy, by fetching men from somewhere to
right my car and put it into the middle of the road again. If I hadn't smashed or sprained my ankle, I
could have walked back to the village and sent someone to bring it along."
"I'll go at once," Chris said cheerfully. "There must be some policemen about, and they'll see to
everything."
"Hark at him! A little Londoner, eh? The police may rescue people in distress in London, but they
don't exist in the country, my boy. There's a single one here and there, but my experience is that
never by any chance do they turn up when one wants them. You must think of someone better than a
policeman. Get to the nearest farm. They'll send some men along."
"There's that farm we passed a little time ago," said Diana. "Run back there, Chris, and ask them to
come."
"Of course they may be out in the fields working," said the lady; "but get someone—anyone—quickly,
if you can! I seem to have been here hours, and have shouted myself hoarse."
Noel stepped up in front of her when Chris had run off. His eyes were big with thought and anxiety.
"The best person who can help in a naxident is God," he remarked, looking at her gravely; "I fink
He's the Person to be asked to send the men you want. For He knows just where they are."
Then the lady threw back her head and laughed more heartily than she had done before.
"Oh, you delicious child!" she said. "I'm sure from your face and curls you must be a cherub just
flown down from heaven. Now, aren't you? Confess you are."
"I don't know what a cherub is," said Noel, looking at her stolidly, "but I haven't been in heaven since
I was a baby."
"Please excuse him," interrupted Diana. "He's always talking like that. We can't get him to be quiet
about God."
She said the last word in a whisper.
"But," said the lady, "I shouldn't wonder if he were right. Could you ask God to help us, as you seem
to know Him better than the rest of us?"
She turned to Noel as she spoke, and in a moment he was on his knees in the dusty lane.
"Please, God, send somebody very quickly to help this poor lady. For Jesus' sake. Amen."
"That's all right," he said calmly. "God always hears when anyone wants help. Mums has told us so."
He looked a little defiantly at Diana as he spoke, for he knew she was thoroughly disapproving of
him.
But Diana did not heed him. She had seen the lady make a wry face and clasp her foot with her
hand.
"Can I bind my handkerchief round it?" she asked. "Or get some water to bathe it with?"
"You are a little dear to think of such a thing, but I can't get my shoe off, it hurts too much; and I was
due to lunch with Lady Alice at two o'clock. It's past three now. What will she think? Do you know
where her house is? I took a wrong turn, thinking I would make a short cut, and then ran myself into
the hedge in this twisty, twirly lane! It's only the third time I've been out alone with my car. I suppose I
was careless."
"I know where Lady Alice lives. Mums has been to tea with her and has shown us the house. It's over
there. We can just see its chimneys."
"Well, now, that's splendid! May I send you off there to tell them where I am? They'll send their car for
me. And leave the cherub to take care of me."
"I think I can go across the fields," said Diana, peeping over the hedge.
This was an adventure after her own heart. She found a gate into the field and sped away.
Noel heaved a sigh, then suddenly plumped down on the bank beside the stranger.
"I'm so tarred," he said; "we've walked miles. We were going to pick strawberries."
"Were you? How delightful! I hope the strawberries will wait for you. Talk away. Tell me who you are
and all about yourself. It will cheer me up."
"I've comed from India. The other children haven't been there since they were babies. Mums likes us
all alike, but I know her bester than the others, 'cause I've always, always been with her. And I've got
a Chris'mas tree. I planted it myself. I'm very fond of him, and I talk to him a lot. He's rather sad now
because the flowers are so pretty and he isn't pretty, and he doesn't smell like the roses. But by and
by, when Chris'mas comes, he'll be beautiful, grand, and beautiful! And the flowers will be dead and
buried. He's really much better than they are, because he lives longer. Chris and Dinah won't laugh
at him when he's dressed with beautiful lights and presents, and when he's in the middle of the room
and all of us dancing round him. I tell him about it when he feels a little unhappy. And he nods his
head and unnerstands."
"I'm most awfully interested," said the lady as Noel came to a pause. "Go on. Tell me more."
Noel drew a long breath, and then he sprang to his feet. "Here's a man in a cart, and I believe it is
God's man, and he's got here first of all."
Sure enough, a farm cart was coming round the corner, and the man who was driving got down at
once when he saw there had been an accident.
"You'm best get in my cart, mum, and I'll drive 'ee to the Hall," he said when matters had been
explained to him. "'Tisn't a one man's job to get that car out o' ditch."
The lady looked at the rough dirty cart which had been used for carting manure, and she smiled very
sweetly:
"I think I'll wait, thank you. I've sent a little messenger to the Hall, and they'll be sending a car for
me."
The man rubbed the back of his head and looked first at her and then at the car.
"But you must be," Noel said, staring at him, "because God sent you. I asked Him to. Oh, do give a
pull to the car and I'll help you."
The man laughed at the tiny boy's offer. The car was a very small one, but he set his shoulder to it,
and after much vigorous effort he actually got it righted.
Noel clapped his hands in triumph, and danced round him excitedly:
The lady was very pleased. She presented the man with two half-crowns out of her purse, and then
she tried to raise herself to her feet.
"If I could once get in!" she sighed. "But I'm afraid it is of no use. I shouldn't be able to manage the
car with no feet, and it is my right one that is hurt. I am not a clever enough driver to do without it."
"Here's Chris coming with some other men," shouted Noel, "but we've done it without them!"
"I think I shall be very glad of their help to bring my car along after me," said the lady, who seemed
willing to employ all who came up.
Chris seemed almost disappointed when he saw the car standing on its four wheels in the lane.
"I've brought Mr. Down and Mr. Gates," he said importantly. "They were working in the field and they
came at once."
For a moment there was silence; the men stared at each other, and then the lady had a brilliant idea.
"Take one of the cushions out of the car, or perhaps the thick rug would answer as well, two of you
catch hold of each end, and I can then be carried off to the Hall, where they are expecting me to
lunch."
This was immediately done. She waved her hand to the little boys from her improvised seat.
"Good-bye; you will have to come and see me. I have taken a house for the summer about four miles
off, and I am ever so grateful for your help."
She seemed to have forgotten about Diana, and Chris asked Noel where she was.
"She's gone to Lady Alice's. I don't believe she'll ever come back; let's go on and get the
strawberries."
"I like that lady," Noel announced as they went on their way. "She laughs so when she talks. And she
liked me to talk to her. I told her all about my Chris'mas tree, and she said it was very interessing!"
Here Noel made a rush forwards. They had reached the top of the field, and there was some red
amongst the grass along a bank there.
"They taste nice and sweet," said Noel, putting some of the little strawberries into his mouth. "Let's
pick a lot of them."
They set to work. There were really a fine number on the bank, and Chris began to wish Diana was
with them.
But Diana did not come. There was no sign of her. And by the time they had nearly filled their basket,
Chris said they must go home.
On their way back, they passed the place where the accident had happened.
The car was gone, but Noel's quick eyes spied something in the hedge. He pounced upon it at once.
It proved to be a small leather purse attached to a little gold chain.
"Take it to her," cried Chris, joyfully pouncing upon it and putting it in his pocket. "Come on, Noel,
hurry up! The Hall is ever so far off, but it will be fun going there. I shouldn't wonder if they haven't
kept Dinah to tea."
"I found it," said Noel sulkily. "It's mine, it isn't yours."
"What does it matter who found it, you stupid! Why, you're beginning to cry! What a baby! I'll give it to
you to give to her when we get there. Come on! What a slow coach you are!"
Noel struggled to keep up with his brother's quick pace, but at last he gave up, and again dissolved
into tears.
"I'm tarred. I've walked ever so many miles. I wiss I was home!"
"It isn't fair. I found it, and I like that lady. She smiled at me!"
Poor Noel was divided between his longing to go on and the desire to rest his poor little legs. The
afternoon had been very warm, and he was tired out. By the time they came to the signpost at the
cross-roads which marked the way to the Hall, he had made up his mind to go home.
"Oh, she must have it at once!" Chris said. "It has money in it. I can hear it jingle. You always give up
money at once. Besides, she may be wanting to use it. You go on back to Mums and give her the
strawberries, and tell her all about it."
Noel brightened up. To give his mother anything was always a treat, and he dearly liked telling her of
any adventure that befell him.
So the little boys parted, and Noel reached home at last. His mother met him at the door.
"And I'm tarred and firsty," said Noel, "and I'm raining all over me—"
"Where are the others? Come into the dining-room and I will get you a glass of lemonade."
"Here are the strawberries, such tinies! But they taste very nice, Mums. Dinah and Chris have both
gone off about a lady who's at Lady Alice's—"
Then he poured into his mother's ears the events of the afternoon. When he had drunk the lemonade
and had had his hands and face washed, and was seated in his mother's lap in her boudoir, he
began to feel better.
And then he suddenly put his arms round his mother's neck and hugged her.
"I do feel sorry for the poor little boys who can't get on their mothers' laps," he said.
"Ah!" said his mother with a sigh and a smile. "I'm afraid my children will soon get beyond their
mother's lap."
"I never shall," said Noel determinedly. "Not when I'm a grown-up big man—"
"You're my baby-man now," said Mrs. Inglefield, laughing. "And I should like to keep you so."
It was not very long afterwards that Chris and Diana came home together. Diana had her story to tell
first.
"I thought I should never get to Lady Alice's, it seemed such a long way, and when I knocked at the
big door I felt quite frightened. I told the butler about the accident, and he took me into such a
beautiful big drawing-room, and there were a lot of people there, and Lady Alice came up and kissed
me, for she said she knew who I was, and then she ordered out her car at once, but the chauffeur
couldn't be found, he had gone home to dinner, and so it all took time, and Lady Alice gave me a real
ice and some cake, and then said I had better go in the car, and she sent her maid as well, and we
were coming through the village and had got to the narrow lane when we met two men carrying the
lady on a cushion, and so she was put very carefully in, and it hurt her and she gave a little scream,
and then she said I must come back with her and tell her all about ourselves, for she wanted to be
amused."
"But she wouldn't go to Lady Alice's; she said she must get straight home because of her foot. And
she lives in such a pretty little house, Mums, and she has a dear old aunt who lives with her and is
very small, not much taller than I am, but so pretty, and she made such a fuss when she heard about
her foot. And she's called Constance—the old lady called her Connie, and then one of the servants
was sent for a doctor, and old Miss Trent, that's the aunt's name, began to bathe the foot and
bandage it, and she let me help, and Miss Constance laughed most of the time, though she called
out too, and she said such funny things; she made up a rhyme about herself, about taking out her
car, and roaming afar, and having a spill, and then being ill, and it ended up with:"
"And then she said she must have visitors to amuse her, and she wants Noel to go to her on
Monday."
Diana paused for breath. Noel clapped his hands, and cried out with delight.
"Well now, I'll tell the rest," said Chris. "I went off to the Hall, but when I got to the lodge the woman
told me that Lady Alice had sent her car to take the lady home, and I asked where it was, and the
woman told me it was called Ladywell Cottage, and was two miles off. I was pretty well done, but as
it happened a baker's cart was going that way, and he took me up. It was fun driving along with him! I
think bakers' men must have a jolly time of it! And then I went up and knocked at the door, and the
doctor had just arrived, but the lady would see me and thanked me for the purse, and I told her that
Noel had picked it up, but couldn't walk so far, so that's why she wants to see him next Monday. And
then the doctor said he would drive Dinah and me back, for he was going to see Ted at the Rectory
and it was all in his way. So we had a jolly drive back in the doctor's car, and here we are!"
"I think you've had a lot of adventures," said his mother, smiling, "but I am sorry for that poor girl's
accident. I met her at the Hall the other day. She has come into this part to spend the summer here.
Her name is Constance Trent. She lives with her brother, who is a Harley Street doctor, and is a
cousin of Lady Alice's. I don't know how Noel will get to her, it is three miles from here."
"She said if her car was all right, she would send it for him. I wish she had asked us all," said Diana.
"I liked her, she's such fun!"
Then the nursery bell rang for tea, and Mrs. Inglefield took the strawberries and put them upon a big
plate and covered them with white sugar, and said she must have nursery tea with them so that she
could enjoy the strawberries as well as they.
Nurse produced some cream, and the children thought they had never tasted any fruit more
delicious.
"It was worth getting hot and tired for," said Diana, "especially as it helped us to rescue a lady in
distress. I shall write my next story about it, only I shall make her a princess in disguise."
CHAPTER IX
The Coming of the Holidays