12Withers, perched nervously behind her urn. "Or hospitals," he went on. "And naturally noschools. Or churches.""We must also be careful about works of art," she put in, "if they are of permanent value.""A lot of nonsense," Mr. Patch-Withers grumbled, with a flushed face. "How do you expectour boys to be as precise as that thousands of feet up with bombs weighing tons! Look at whatthe Germans did to Amsterdam! Look at what they did to Coventry!""The Germans aren't the Central Europeans, dear," his wife said very gently.He didn't like being brought up short. But he seemed to be just able to bear it, from his wife.After a temperamental pause he said gruffly, "There isn't any 'permanent art' in Central Europeanyway."Finny was enjoying this. He unbuttoned his seersucker jacket, as though he needed greaterbody freedom for the discussion. Mrs. Patch-Withers' glance then happened to fall on his belt.In a tentative voice she said, "Isn't that the . . . our . . ." Her husband looked; I panicked. In hishaste that morning Finny had not unexpectedly used a tie for a belt. But this morning the firsttie at hand had been the Devon <strong>School</strong> tie.This time he wasn't going to get away with it. I could feel myself becoming unexpectedlyexcited at that. Mr. Patch-Withers' face was reaching a brilliant shade, and his wife's head fellas though before the guillotine. Even Finny seemed to color a little, unless it was the reflectionfrom his pink shirt. But his expression was composed, and he said in his resonant voice, "Iwore this, you see, because it goes with the shirt and it all ties in together—I didn't mean thatto be a pun, I don't think they're very funny, especially in polite company, do you?—it all tiesin together with what we've been talking about, this bombing in Central Europe, because whenyou come right down to it the school is involved in everything that happens in the war, it's allthe same war and the same world, and I think Devon ought to be included. I don't knowwhether you think the way I do on that."Mr. Patch-Withers' face had been shifting expressions and changing colors continuously,and now it settled into fixed surprise. "I never heard anything so illogical as that in my life!"He didn't sound very indignant, though. "That's probably the strangest tribute this school hashad in a hundred and sixty years." He seemed pleased or amused in some unknown corner ofhis mind. Phineas was going to get away with even this.His eyes gave their wider, magical gleam and his voice continued on a more compellinglevel, "Although I have to admit I didn't think of that when I put it on this morning." He smiledpleasantly after supplying this interesting additional information. Mr. Patch-Withers settled intoa hearty silence at this, and so Finny added, "I'm glad I put on something for a belt! I certainlywould hate the embarrassment of having my pants fall down at the Headmaster's tea. Of coursehe isn't here. But it would be just as embarrassing in front of you and Mrs. Patch-Withers," andhe smiled politely down at her.Mr. Patch-Withers' laughter surprised us all, including himself. His face, whose shades we
13had often labeled, now achieved a new one. Phineas was very happy; sour and stern Mr. Patch-Withers had been given a good laugh for once, and he had done it! He broke into the charmed,thoughtless grin of a man fulfilled.He had gotten away with everything. I felt a sudden stab of disappointment. That wasbecause I just wanted to see some more excitement; that must have been it.We left the party, both of us feeling fine. I laughed along with Finny, my best friend, andalso unique, able to get away with anything at all. And not because he was a conniver either; Iwas sure of that. He got away with everything because of the extraordinary kind of person hewas. It was quite a compliment to me, as a matter of fact, to have such a person choose me forhis best friend.Finny never left anything alone, not when it was well enough, not when it was perfect."Let's go jump in the river," he said under his breath as we went out of the sun porch. Heforced compliance by leaning against me as we walked along, changing my direction; like apolice car squeezing me to the side of the road, he directed me unwillingly toward the gym andthe river. "We need to clear our heads of that party," he said, "all that talk!""Yes. It sure was boring. Who did most of the talking anyway?"Finny concentrated. "Mr. Patch-Withers was pretty gassy, and his wife, and . . .""Yeah. And?"Turning a look of mock shock on me, "You don't mean to infer that I talked too much!"Returning, with interest, his gaping shock, "You? Talk too much? How can you accuse meof accusing you of that!" As I said, this was my sarcastic summer. It was only long after that Irecognized sarcasm as the protest of people who are weak.We walked along through the shining afternoon to the river. "I don't really believe webombed Central Europe, do you?" said Finny thoughtfully. The dormitories we passed weremassive and almost anonymous behind their thick layers of ivy, big, old-looking leaves youwould have thought stayed there winter and summer, permanent hanging gardens in NewHampshire. Between the buildings, elms curved so high that you ceased to remember theirheight until you looked above the familiar trunks and the lowest umbrellas of leaves and tookin the lofty complex they held high above, branches and branches of branches, a world ofbranches with an infinity of leaves. They too seemed permanent and never-changing, anuntouched, unreachable world high in space, like the ornamental towers and spires of a greatchurch, too high to be enjoyed, too high for anything, great and remote and never useful. "No, Idon't think I believe it either," I answered.Far ahead of us four boys, looking like white flags on the endless green playing fields,crossed toward the tennis courts. To the right of them the gym meditated behind its gray walls,the high, wide, oval-topped windows shining back at the sun. Beyond the gym and the fieldsbegan the woods, our, the Devon <strong>School</strong>'s woods, which in my imagination were the beginning
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