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WHERE SIGHT MEETS SOUND
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WHERE SIGHT
MEETS SOUND
The Poetics of Late-Medieval
Music Writing
Emily Zazulia
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CONTENTS
List of Figures ix
List of Musical Examples xiii
List of Tables xv
Acknowledgments xvii
Sigla of Manuscripts and Early Printed Music xxi
Abbreviations xxix
vii
Figures
I.1 Josquin, Missa L’homme armé super voces musicales, Agnus Dei III,
superius (Cappella Sistina 197, fol. 10v) 2
I.2 Josquin, Missa L’homme armé super voces musicales, Agnus Dei III,
superius (Misse Josquin I, superius partbook, fol. 5v) 2
1.1 Vitry, Colla/Bona, tenor 25
a. Trémoille, fol. 1v
b. As it might have been written in the mid-fifteenth century
(minimal intervention)
c. As it might have been written in the mid-fifteenth century
(significant intervention)
1.2 Egidius de Pusieux (attr.), Portio nature/Ida capillorum, tenor as it
probably appeared in Trémoille 25
1.3 Vitry, Cum statua/Hugo, tenor 26
a. As it probably appeared in Trémoille
b. As it might have been written in the mid-fifteenth century
1.4 Amer/Durement, tenor 27
a. As it probably appeared in Trémoille
b. As it might have been written in the fifteenth century
1.5 Clausula on “In odorem” (F, fol. 45r) 31
1.6 Encontre le tens/Mens fidem/IN ODOREM, tenor
(La Clayette, fol. 385v) 32
1.7 A dieu commant/Por moi deduire/Et non dieu/OMNES (Montpellier,
fols. 36v–37r) 32
1.8 Pour renvoisier/Mulier omnis/OMNES, tenor (La Clayette, fol. 380r) 33
1.9 On parole/A Paris/Frese nouvele (Montpellier, fols. 368v–369r) 34
1.10 Machaut, Qui/Ha! Fortune (Motet 8), tenor 38
a. Trémoille, surviving fol. 3r
b. Machaut A, fol. 422r
1.11 Lés l’ormel/Main se leva/Je ne chaindrai, tenor 39
a. Ivrea, fol. 22r
b. Cambrai 1328, fol. 3r
1.12 Machaut, Martyrum/Diligenter (Motet 19), tenor (Machaut E, fol. 144r) 40
ix
x Figures
1.13 “Nusmido” clausula (F, fol. 150v) 41
1.14 Machaut, Ma fin est mon commencement (Machaut E, fol. 136r) 42
1.15 Vitry, O canenda/Rex, tenor (Ivrea, fol. 55r) 47
2.1 Egidius de Pusieux (attr.), Portio nature/Ida capillorum,
tenor (Ivrea, fol. 6v) 62
2.2 Durations of the Portio/Ida tenor talea in its four mensural dispositions 63
2.3 Alpha vibrans/Coetus venit/Amicum querit, tenor (Chantilly, fol. 64v) 72
2.4 Ciconia, Petrum Marcello/O Petre, tenor (Bologna Q15, fol. 277v) 74
2.5 Sarto (attr.), Romanorum rex, tenor (Aosta, fol. 269v) 75
2.6 Anonymous V, Example from Ars cantus mensurabilis mensurata modo
iuris (Plut. 29.48, fol. 82r) 77
2.7 Tenor repetitions of Portio/Ida as presented in Strohm, The Rise of
European Music (40–41) 79
3.1 Du Fay, Salve flos Tuscae, tenors (Modena B, fol. 68r) 84
3.2 Du Fay, Nuper rosarum flores, tenors (Modena B, fol. 71r–v) 85
3.3 Proportions of Santa Maria del Fiore according to Warren 86
3.4 Reconstruction of Solomon’s Temple with measurements referred
to by Wright 87
3.5 Dimensions of Santa Maria del Fiore according to Trachtenberg 88
3.6 Structure of Nuper rosarum flores, from Warren, “Brunelleschi’s Dome,” 96 91
3.7 Table 1 from Wright, “Dufay’s Nuper rosarum flores,” 398 93
3.8 Four upper-voice sections superimposed over the unchanging tenors 94
3.9 The proportional consequences of minim equivalence versus breve
equivalence in Nuper rosarum flores 97
4.1 Okeghem, Missa Cuiusvis toni, Kyrie, superius opening 116
4.2 Eloy d’Amerval, Missa Dixerunt discipuli, Crucifixus, tenor, annotated 118
4.3 Mensural values in the Missa Dixerunt discipuli, Crucifixus, tenor,
first statement 119
4.4 Inter densas, tenor (Chantilly, fols. 68v–69r) 122
4.5 Alanus, Sub Arturo/Fons/In omnem, tenor (Chantilly, fol. 71r) 125
4.6 Alanus, Sub Arturo/Fons/In omnem, tenor (Bologna Q15, fol. 255r) 125
4.7 Okeghem, Prenez sur moy, incipit (Copenhagen, fol. 39v) 133
4.8 De Orto, Missa L’homme armé, Sanctus, tenor (Cappella Sistina 64,
fol. 9v) 135
5.1 Du Fay, Missa Se la face ay pale, all tenor statements (after Cappella
Sistina 14, fols. 27v–38r) 137
5.2 Du Fay, Se la face ay pale, tenor (Oxford 213, fols. 53v–54r) 138
5.3 Tinctoris, Tractatus de notis et pausis, I.xv.ex1–2 141
5.4 Hayne, Allez regretz, beginning of the tenor (Paris 2245, fol. 18r) 144
5.5 Compère, Missa Allez regretz, Et in terra, beginning of the tenor
(after Jena 3, fol. 76v) 144
Figures xi
5.6 Compère, Missa Allez regretz, Et in terra, beginning of the tenor,
hypothetical resolution into C 144
5.7 Josquin’s version of the L’homme armé melody (Cappella Sistina
197, fol. 6v) 156
5.8 Josquin, Missa L’homme armé super voces musicales, Kyrie I, superius–
tenor mensuration canon 159
5.9 Josquin, Missa L’homme armé super voces musicales, Agnus Dei III
(Cappella Sistina 197, fols. 10v–11r) 166
6.1 Josquin (attr.), Missa Di dadi, Crucifixus, tenor (Missarum Josquin
III, tenor partbook, fol. 7r) 194
6.2 Missa Gross senen, Qui tollis, tenor (Trent 89, fol. 30r) 195
6.3 Missa Gross senen, cantus-firmus segments (Trent 89, fol. 28r) 199
6.4 The relationship between ç and C in the Missa Gross senen 205
7.1 Josquin, Missa Malheur me bat, Agnus Dei I, tenor (Missarum
Josquin II, tenor partbook, fol. 6r) 209
7.2 Josquin, Missa Malheur me bat, tenor, indicating omitted notes 210
7.3 Obrecht, Missa L’homme armé, Credo, tenor (Vienna 11883, fol. 56v) 214
7.4 Busnoys, Missa L’homme armé, Kyrie, tenor (Cappella Sistina 14,
fol. 106v) 218
7.5 Obrecht, Missa L’homme armé, Kyrie, tenor (Vienna 11883, fol. 52v) 218
7.6 Retrograde in Obrecht’s Missa L’homme armé, Agnus Dei 222
7.7 Obrecht, Missa L’homme armé, Agnus Dei I, written and sung
versions of the tenor 223
7.8 Busnoys’s and Obrecht’s axes of inversion 224
7.9 Missa L’ardant desir, reconstructed tenor archetype 225
7.10 The interpretation of ligatures undergoing graphic transformations 227
Musical Examples
A note about musical examples: With the exception of e xample 3.1, the exam-
ples in this book have been drawn directly from original sources. I have ren-
dered these examples according to two different paradigms depending on their
function in the text. I use modern editorial conventions for the examples in
chapters 3–5, where the focus is counterpoint and cantus-firmus treatment. But
in chapter 6, which focuses on the particulars of notation, I retain the original
figures of mensural notation, though aligned in score and barred according to
the breve of the prevailing mensuration. Vertical alignment clarifies notational
devices, such as alteration and perfection, which do not exist in modern nota-
tion, and demonstrates how note types of different voices relate to one another
in the presence of conflicting mensurations, augmentation, or diminution.
xiii
Tables
xv
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Over this book’s long road to completion, many friends and colleagues have
given liberally of their time, skills, and expertise. It would be impossible to give
a tidy account for all the debts I have accrued, but I hope to repay them in time.
Without a bit of serendipity, this book would not exist. Sean Gallagher took
a chance on an undergraduate with a vague interest in old music. He is respon-
sible for my enduring fascination with the mensural system. Jesse Rodin has
read more words I have written than anyone else, and has also made more of
them better. He has helped me refine my thinking on every aspect of late-
medieval music, and is always ready with a pheasant, a o2 joke, and new ideas
for a Belgian travel agency. The other members of the early music corps, Anna
Zayaruznaya, Evan MacCarthy, Michael Scott Cuthbert, Carolann Buff, and
Thomas Forrest Kelly, taught me the value of long hours spent in the library
and how much more enjoyable those hours are when passed in good company.
Also: how to most efficiently use a microfilm reader.
Early music attracts particularly generous scholars. I have benefitted—well
beyond the confines of this book—from conversations with colleagues and
friends, including Jane Alden, Margaret Bent, Jaap van Benthem, Anna Maria
Busse Berger, Bonnie Blackburn, Clare Bokulich, David Burn, Karen Cook,
Julie Cumming, Sean Curran, Jeffrey Dean, Ruth DeFord, Karen Desmond,
Daniel DiCenso, Fabrice Fitch, Richard Freedman, Barbara Haggh-Huglo, Elina
Hamilton, Jared Hartt, Andrew Hicks, Kenneth Kreitner, Lori Kruckenberg,
Karl Kügle, Elizabeth Eva Leach, the late Alejandro Enrique Planchart, Jamie
Reuland, Joshua Rifkin, David Rothenberg, Jennifer Saltzstein, Katelijne Schiltz,
Jason Stoessel, Anne Stone, and Rob Wegman. I particularly thank Jeffrey Dean
for graciously allowing me use of his elegant mensuration font for the musi-
cal symbols in this book. I also thank Claire Healy, Andrew Hicks, Leofranc
Holford-Strevens, and Duncan MacRae for sharing their Latin expertise.
Nobody makes it through graduate school without a supportive cohort, but
I feel especially lucky to have shared my time at the University of Pennsylvania
with such incredible individuals. Fortune must have been smiling when she
gave me Emma Dillon as an advisor. Emma’s mentorship went beyond impor-
tant lessons in musicology and medieval studies to include guidance on the
xvii
xviii ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
messy human side of becoming a scholar, sustainably, and with a warm heart.
Lawrence Bernstein has been a model for combining exacting scholarship with
a fundamental decency and generosity. Kevin Brownlee’s inexhaustible enthu-
siasm remains a lodestar. For enduring insights—and indelible memories—I
thank Emily Dolan, Jeffrey Kallberg, Anna Grau Schmidt, Lauren Jennings,
Claire Taylor Jones, Ian MacMillen, Elizabeth Mellon, Dayna Mondelli, Peter
Mondelli,Thomas Patteson, and Gavin Steingo. Deirdre Loughridge and Roger
Mathew Grant have continued their generosity by reading and commenting on
portions of this book. Suzanne Bratt expertly indexed it.
Getting my feet under me, with this project and post-graduate life more
generally, was made infinitely smoother by a warm welcome from colleagues
and students at the University of Pittsburgh, especially Deane Root, James
Cassaro, Rachel Mundy, Anna Nisnevich, Adriana Helbig, Andrew Weintraub,
Jennifer Waldron, and Renate Blumenfeld-Kosinski. Christopher Nygren has
remained a trusted comrade in Renaissance studies.
As soon as I arrived at Berkeley, I was embraced by an inspiring, invigorat-
ing community of scholars. I could not wish for better colleagues. All have left
their mark on this book in one way or another. If I have assimilated even a
fraction of James Davies’s refusal to take the easy way out, Nicholas Mathew’s
ability to keep the stakes of our work front of mind, or Mary Ann Smart’s
talent for challenging received wisdom, I am the better for it. In addition to
incredible erudition, Delia Casadei and Maria Sonevytsky have offered cher-
ished friendship and necessary escapes. On walks by the Bay, Richard Taruskin
shared his perspective on the history of the field. Conversations with Benjamin
Brinner, Edmund Campion, Cindy Cox, Jocelyne Guilbault, Lester Hu, David
Milnes, Davitt Moroney, John Roberts, Ken Ueno, Bonnie Wade, and Gavin
Williams have pushed my thinking forward. I am also grateful for the brilliant
students, past and present, who have acted as incisive interlocutors, particularly
James Apgar, Susan Bay, Melanie Gudesblatt, Alessandra Jones, Margaret Jones,
Gabrielle Lochard, Kirsten Paige, Kim Sauberlich, Parkorn Wangpaiboonkit,
Rosie Ward, and Martyna Włodarczyk. Special thanks to Virginia Georgallas for
casting her discerning eyes on the proofs. Maureen Miller invited me to share
Chapter 2 as part of the program in medieval studies colloquium.The Townsend
Faculty working group headed by Timothy Hampton graciously read the intro-
duction. I thank Rachel Stern for her advice, equanimity, and good humor.
Librarians are the unsung heroes that have made this project possible. Any
early music we know is thanks to the efforts of generations of librarians and
archivists. I am particularly indebted to my “home” librarians, Kathryn Bosi,
James Cassaro, Richard Griscom, and John Shepard. I also thank the staffs
of the many libraries who have made materials available to me for this proj-
ect, including the Biblioteca del Seminario Maggiore in Aosta, the Museo
Internazionale e Biblioteca della Musica di Bologna, Le Labo in Cambrai, the
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS xix
Bibliothèque et Archives du Château de Chantilly, the Danish Royal Library,
the Biblioteca Laurenziana, the Biblioteca Capitolare of Ivrea, the Biblioteca
Estense, the Bibliothèque Interuniversitaire of Montpellier, Oxford’s Bodleian
Library, the Bibliothèque nationale de France, the Castello del Buonconsiglio,
the Vatican Library, the Österreichische Nationalbibliothek, and the Herzog
August Bibliothek.
Everyone should be so lucky to have a publication team as efficient and
professional as I have had at Oxford University Press. I particularly thank Norm
Hirschy, Sean Decker, Suzanne Ryan Melamed, Sindhuja Vijayabaskaran, the
AMS publications committee, and above all my series editor W. Anthony
Sheppard. Bonnie Blackburn both reviewed the manuscript and copyedited it,
which, given her expertise, was a rare blessing. Deeply thoughtful comments
from the other two reviewers helped hone every part of this study.
Normal demands on one’s time make it difficult to push a project for-
ward. Fellowships from the National Endowment for the Humanities and the
American Council of Learned Societies gave me necessary time for research
and writing. Special acknowledgment is due to Susan McClary and Robert
Walser, whose generosity in establishing an ACLS fellowship in music studies
will benefit scholars for years to come. A subvention from the Renaissance
Society of America allowed this book to be so richly illustrated. A fellow-
ship from the Hellman Foundation supported the recording of two anony-
mous masses: the Missa Gross senen and Missa L’ardant desir (forthcoming with
Musique en Wallonie). It was so gratifying to work with the members of Cut
Circle (Sonja DuToit Tengblad, Jonas Budris, Bradford Gleim, Paul Max Tipton,
and Jesse Rodin) to bring this music to life.
Zoom is no substitute for real life, but it has allowed my Berkeley “writing
jail” compatriots to continue to gather. Danika Cooper, Julia Fawcett, Joshua
Gang, Andrew Leong, Duncan MacRae, and Kristin Primus have been the best
companions for celebrations and commiserations alike, and have truly seen this
book through its final stages. Farther afield, I am lucky that my oldest friend
in musicology is also one of the best: Emily Richmond Pollock continues to
share her wisdom on every topic that matters—and happily some that don’t.
And closer to home, I gratefully acknowledge those whose care for my children
made this work possible, particularly Dorothy Rios, Sainey Kah Dieye, Gemma
Goodyear, and Tina and Reagan Tierney. For years my in-laws, Ann and Steve
Merkow, have strategically timed their visits to allow me to travel, and have
always been ready with encouragement when ever we are together.
My family—biological, by marriage, and chosen—feels especially important
in this moment marked by the pandemic that has forced us apart. I can’t wait to
hug you all and thank you in person. Now that I have my own children, I rec-
ognize anew just how patient, loving, and supportive my own mother has been,
encouraging my study of whatever interested me for as long as I can remember.
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"I must," said the attendant. "It's like this. If she is only four months, she
is obviously little. Your observation is therefore tautological."
"As a matter of fact," I said hotly, "she is rather big for four months."
"Look here, you give me those cigars, and don't talk so much. I've
already had words with your Master of the Sideboards and your Under-
Secretary for the Toy Department.... Thank you. If you would kindly send
them."
CHAPTER III
So there it is. I have given the spirit, rather than the actual letter, of what
happened at the Stores. But that the things have been ordered there is no
doubt. And when Margery wakes up on Christmas Day to find a sideboard
and a box of cigars in her sock I hope she will remember that she has
chiefly her mother to thank for it.
When Margery was eight months old she was taught to call me "Uncle."
I must suppose that at this time I was always giving her things—things she
really wanted, such as bootlaces, the best china, evening papers, and so on
—which had been withheld by those in authority. Later on these persons
came round to my way of thinking, and gave her—if not the best china, at
any rate cake and bread-and-butter. Naturally, their offerings, being
appreciated at last, were greeted with the familiar cry of "Uncle." "No, dear,
not 'Uncle,'—'Thank-you'" came the correction.)
It is most awfully interesting. You put one foot out to the right, and then
you bring the left after it. That's one walk, and I have done seven altogether.
You have to keep your hands out in front of you, so as to balance properly.
That's all the rules—the rest is just knack. I got it quite suddenly yesterday.
It is such fun; I wake up about five every morning now, thinking of it.
Of course, I fall down now and then. You see, I'm only beginning.
When I fall, mother comes and picks me up. That reminds me. I don't want
you to call me "baby" any more, now I can walk. Babies can't walk, they
just get carried about and put in perambulators. I was given a lot of names a
long time ago, but I forget what they were. I think one was something rather
silly, like Margery, but I have never had it used lately. Mother always calls
me O.D. now.
II
MY DEAR O.D.,—I was so glad to get your letter, because I was just
going to write to you. What do you think? No, you'll never guess—shall I
tell you?—no—yes—no; well, I've bought a pianola!
It's really rather difficult to play it properly. I know people like
Paderewski and—I can only think of Paderewski for the moment—I know
that sort of person doesn't think much of the pianola artist; but they are
quite wrong about it all. The mechanical agility with the fingers is nothing,
the soul is everything. Now you can get the soul, the con molto expressione
feeling, just as well in the pianola as in the piano. Of course you have to
keep a sharp eye on the music. Some people roll it off just like a barrel-
organ; but when I see Allegro or Andante or anything of that kind on the
score, I'm on it like a bird.
No time for more now, as I've just got a new lot of music in. Your
loving THANKYOU
III
IV
DEAR O.D.,—Very glad to get yours. If you really want a long letter,
you shall have one; only I warn you that, if once I begin, nothing less than
an earthquake can stop me. Well, first then, I played the "Merry Widow
Waltz" yesterday to Mrs Polacca, who is a great authority on music, and in
with all the Queen's Hall set, and she said that my touch reminded her of—
I've forgotten the man's name now, which is rather sickening, because it
spoils the story a bit, but he was one of the real tip-toppers who make
hundreds a week, and, well—that was the sort of man I reminded her of. If I
can do that with a waltz, it stands to reason that with something classic
there'd be no holding me. I think I shall give a recital. Tickets 10s. 6d. No
free seats. No emergency exit. It is a great mistake to have an emergency
exit at a recital....
Really, O.D., you must hear me doing the double F in the "Boston Cake
Walk" to get me at my best. You've heard Kubelik on the violin? Well, it's
not a bit like that, and yet there's just that something which links great
artists together, no matter what their medium of expression. Your loving
THANKYOU
V
DEAREST THANKYOU,—Hooray, hooray, hooray—I did twenty-five
walks to-day! Father counted. He says my style reminds him of Cancer
Vulgaris rather. How many times can he do it? Not twenty-five on the third
day, I'm sure.
Isn't it splendid of me? I see now where I was wrong yesterday. I got the
knack again suddenly this morning, and I'm all right now. To-morrow, I
shall walk round the table. It is a longish way, and there are four turns,
which I am not sure about. How do you turn? I suppose you put the right
hand out? Your very loving O.D.
VI
VII
P.S.—I'm so glad about the pianola, and do you mind if I just tell you
that I did walk round the table, corners and all?
VIII
We don't know his real name, but we have decided to call him Arthur.
("Sir Arthur," I suppose he would be.) He stands in bronze upon the
chimney-piece, and in his right hand is a javelin; this makes him a very
dangerous person. Opposite him, but behind the clock (Coward!), stands the
other fellow, similarly armed. Most people imagine that the two are fighting
for the hand of the lady on the clock, and they aver that they can hear her
heart beating with the excitement of it; but, to let you into the secret, the
other fellow doesn't come into the story at all. Only Margery and I know the
true story. I think I told it to her one night when she wouldn't go to sleep—
or perhaps she told it to me.
The best of this tale (I say it as the possible author) is that it is modern.
It were easy to have invented something more in keeping with the knight's
armour, but we had to remember that this was the twentieth century, and
that here in this twentieth century was Sir Arthur on the chimney-piece,
with his javelin drawn back. For whom is he waiting?
"It all began," I said, "a year ago, when Sir Arthur became a member of
the South African Chartered Incorporated Co-operative Stores Society
Limited, Ten per cents at Par (Men only). He wasn't exactly a real member,
having been elected under Rule Two for meritorious performances, Rule
One being that this club shall be called what I said just now; but for nearly a
year he enjoyed all the privileges of membership, including those of paying
a large entrance fee and a still larger subscription. At the end of a year,
however, a dreadful thing happened. They made a Third Rule—to wit, that
no member should go to sleep on the billiard-table.
"Of course, Sir Arthur, having only got in under Rule Two, had to
resign. He had already paid his large entrance fee, and (as it happened) his
second year's subscription in advance. Naturally, he was annoyed....
At this point, Margery said her best word, "Gorky," which means "A
thousand thanks for the verisimilitude of your charming and interesting
story, but is not the love element a trifle weak?" (Margery is a true woman.)
"George was quite a different man from Sir Arthur. So far from being
elected to anything under Rule Two, he got blackballed for the St John's
Wood Toilet Club. Opinions differed as to why this happened; some said it
was his personal unpopularity (he had previously been up, without success,
for membership of the local Ratepayers Association); others (among them
the proprietor), that his hair grew too quickly. Anyhow, it was a great shock
to George, and they had to have a man in to break it to him. (It's always the
way when you have a man in.)
"George was stricken to the heart. This last blow was too much for what
had always been a proud nature. He decided to emigrate. Accordingly he
left home, and moved to Kilburn. Whether he is still there or not I cannot
say; but a card with that postmark reached his niece only this week. It was
unsigned, and bore on the space reserved for inland communications these
words: The old old wish—A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year."
"But what about the javelin?" I asked Margery. (This fellow had a
javelin too, you remember.)
Well, upon my word, I don't know what it means. But it would explain it
all.
Meanwhile, Sir Arthur (he was in my story, you know) is still waiting
for the secretary. In case the butter gives out, have I mentioned that the
secretary wants all the flowers to be white?
THE ART OF CONVERSATION
"What's 'at?"
"Take your finger away. Ah, yes, that is dear uncle's eye. The left one."
"Thinking."
"What's finking?"
"What's lunch?"
"A balloon! How jolly!" I said with interest. "What sort are you having?
One of those semi-detached ones with the gas laid on, or the pink ones with
a velvet collar?"
"Bother," I murmured.
"What's bovver?"
"Bother is what you say when relations ask you to tell them a story
about a balloon. It means, 'But for the fact that we both have the
Montmorency blood in our veins, I should be compelled to decline your
kind invitation, all the stories I know about balloons being stiff 'uns.' It also
means, 'Instead of talking about balloons, won't you sing me a little song?'"
"What did you say, uncle dear, what did you say?"
"Once upon a time there was a balloon, a dear little toy balloon, and—
and——"
"What's 'at?"
"That's a—ah, yes, a button. The third. A good little chap, but not so
chubby as his brothers. He couldn't go down to Margate with them last year,
and so, of course—— Well, as I was saying, there was once a balloon, and
——"
"What's 'a-a-at?" said Margery, bending forward suddenly and kissing it.
"I must have written notice of that question. I can't tell you offhand."
"Well, I don't know, Margie. It looks something like a collar stud, only
somehow you wouldn't expect to find a collar-stud there. Of course it may
have slipped.... Or could it be one of those red beads, do you think? N-no,
no, it isn't a bead.... And it isn't a raspberry; because this is the wrong week
for raspberries. Of course it might be a—— By Jove, I've got it! It's a
button!"
"A button!" she cried. "A dear little button!" She thought for a moment.
"What's a button?"
"There was once a balloon," I said rapidly, "a dear little boy balloon, I
mean toy balloon, and this balloon was a jolly little balloon just two
minutes old, and he wasn't always asking silly questions, and when he fell
down and exploded himself they used to wring him out and say, 'Come,
come, now, be a little airship about it,' and so——"
There was only one way out of it. I began to sing a carol in a very shrill
voice.
"Don't sing," she said hurriedly. "Margie sing. What will Margie sing,
uncle?"
Before I could suggest anything, she was off. It was a scandalous song.
She began by announcing that she wanted to be among the boys, and
(guessing that I should object) assured me that it was no good kicking up a
noise, because it was no fun going out when there weren't any boys about,
you were so lonely-onely-onely ...
Here the tune became undecided; and, a chance word recalling another
context to her mind, she drifted suddenly into a hymn, and sang it with the
same religious fervour as she had sung the other, her fair head flung back
and her hazel eyes gazing into heaven ...
"What's——"
By the way, would you like it all over again? No? Oh, very well.
AFTERNOON SLEEP
"Uncle?"
"Margery."
"I'm rather busy just now," I said, with closed eyes. "After tea."
"Why are you raver busy just now? My baby's only raver busy
sometimes."
"Well, then, you know what it's like; how important it is that one
shouldn't be disturbed."
"But you must be beturbed when I ask you to come and play wiv me."
When we play trains I have to be a tunnel. I don't know if you have ever
been a tunnel? No; well, it's an over-rated profession.
"Oh yes, Maud did tell me," said Margery casually. Then she gave an
innocent little smile. "Oh, I called mummy Maud," she said in pretended
surprise. "I quite fought I was upstairs!"
I hope you follow. The manners and customs of good society must be
observed on the ground floor where visitors may happen; upstairs one
relaxes a little.
"Do you know," Margery went on with the air of a discoverer, "you
mustn't say 'prayers' downstairs. Or 'corsets.'"
"Say prehaps."
"Well—prehaps it's because your mother tells you not to."
"I fought you were going to play wiv me, Mr Bingle," sighed Margery
to herself.
"The story is a very long and sad one. When I wake up I will tell it to
you. Good-night."
"Tell it to me now."
"Once upon a time," I said rapidly, "there was a man called Bingle,
Oliver Bingle, and he married a lady called Pringle. And his brother
married a lady called Jingle. And his other brother married a Miss Wingle.
And his cousin remained single.... That is all."
"Oh, I see," said Margery doubtfully. "Now will you play wiv me?"
"All right," I said. "We'll pretend I'm a little girl, and you're my mummy,
and you've just put me to bed.... Good-night, mummy dear."
"Oh, but I must cover you up." She fetched a tablecloth, and a pram-
cover, and The Times, and a handkerchief, and the cat, and a doll's what-I-
mustn't-say-downstairs, and a cushion; and she covered me up and tucked
me in.
"'Ere, 'ere, now go to sleep, my darling," she said, and kissed me
lovingly.
"I'm very ill," I pleaded; "I want to stay in bed all day."
"But your dear uncle," said Margery, inventing hastily, "came last night
after you were in bed, and stayed 'e night. Do you see? And he wants you to
sit on his chest in bed and talk to him."
"But look here, I can't sit on my own chest and talk to myself. I'll take
the two parts if you insist, Sir Herbert, but I can't play them simultaneously.
Not even Irving——"
"You should say, 'No, thank you, revered and highly respected uncle.'"
"I have already informed you that my name is not Bingle; and I have
now to add that neither is it Cann."
"Why neiver is it Cann?"
"That isn't grammar. You should say, 'Why can it not either?'"
"Why?"
"Say prehaps."
"Oh, I see."
She was silent for a moment, and I thought I was safe. Then——
"Uncle, just tell me—why was 'at little boy crying vis morning?"
"Oh, that one. Well, he was crying because his uncle hadn't had any
sleep all night, and when he tried to go to sleep in the afternoon——"
"Yes," said Margery, nodding her head thoughtfully, "'at was it."
TO JOCK
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