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After that, the two children felt they were on top of the world. Dick
could live openly as Dot's companion, as long as he remembered to go
limp and hold still whenever Nurse was present.
They were always careful to play quietly; it would not do for two young
voices to be heard emanating from the girl's chambers!
Whenever they came in from the garden, Dick had to remember to clean his
shoes; dolly would not be walking around getting her footwear soiled!
When it rained, or snowed, they read to each other. When Mother had
finished with reading her periodicals, Household Words, and All The Year
'Round, she lent them to her daughter.
These readings gave both children a taste for Dickens, which Dot
politely requested. Her parents thought the author might be too plebeian
for their daughter, but she persisted, mildly, and they could not long
refuse her.
The first instalment was The Old Curiosity Shop, which caused them both
to shed bitter tears for poor little Nell. Dot wondered whether Dick had
faced the hardships of Oliver Twist, and he confided that he was well
aware of the workhouse but had been warned clear of it by the kind old
vicar, else he had ended up there rather than in the ash bins behind
fancy homes.
Everyone was very taken with the Queen and her consort, and the children
were no exception. It was amusing to see Dick play the part of Albert in
their little dramas, when he looked the very likeness of his queen!
In fair weather, the garden always provided ample amusement. They could
set up imaginary landscapes, go exploring foreign lands, recreate scenes
from the Bard ("Don't kneel in the dust there, Romeo, you'll befoul your
skirts!" Dot as Juliet chuckled). Somehow they also found time to
actually attend to the garden itself.
Everyone in the land was of course well versed in the "language of
flowers," an elegant coded communication through which plantings and
bouquets became poems and prayers. The two friends therefore used their
own plantings to convey messages.
Dot explained her choice of Lady's Seal. "It says 'Be My Support',
because I depend so much on your kindness and friendship."
Dick responded with Bluebells, "For they stand for Constancy and
Gratitude," he explained. Dot was much touched by this.
They celebrated their ongoing deception by planting maidenhair fern,
which conveys the thought of a "Secret bond of love, or Discretion".
They had come to share a deep mutual affection, but must always be
discreet and careful to hide the truth of their relationship. They also
planted many humble daisies, for as we all know "daisies never tell"!
Thereby the great secret would be maintained.
The Rose may be the most daunting of flowers to plant and maintain, yet
surely it most rewards such efforts. With much toil, the two friends
planted and watered a pink rose bush, which spoke of "Secret Love". They
also planted white and red roses together, the hopeful symbol of the
nation, as a sign of Unity. The white also signified "Secrecy" and the
red "Love".
One evening toward mealtime, after the children had been watering and
pruning their roses, and plucking off offending aphids, they noticed
that Dick had forgotten himself in the spirit of the moment, and had
become as begrimed as any gardener! Quickly they rushed to the house,
careful to wipe the soil from his shoes, and as quickly washed his well
manicured hands. There was a noise in the hall; Nurse was coming! Dick's
dress was a disgrace!
Thinking quickly, Dot had them both remove their gowns. Now they both
appeared in their undergarments, simple but well fashioned, white
petticoats and camisoles. "For the love of heaven, Dick, have a care
that your masculine elements do not show themselves!" hissed the girl,
as he perched on the usual chair.
In walked Nurse! "My word, what have we here? Why have the two of you
shed your clothes? This is a decent household, as I am sure you know,
and we always dress for dinner!" But she was smiling as she said this,
for a mercy.
"Oh Nurse," pled Dot sweetly, "I bersmirched my gown whilst caring for
the rosebushes, and so it was not fit to wear at dinner. So I was
preparing to find a fresh outfit, and of course Dorothea would have to
change hers as well! We always must match."
"Oh, there's a duck, of course you do, now let's see..." and Nurse
busied herself selecting a new outfit for the two of them, as Dot
breathed a secret sigh of relief.
The two were much amused to relate this adventure to the good doctor at
his next weekly visit, but he chided them. "Oh children! This good woman
expends such noble exertions for your sakes, and yet you make her a
mockery!" At that they were contrite, but Dot defended herself: "We were
not intending to be unkind, and as for faults of which we are unawares,
we do pray for those every evening at bed time."
Among the many collections of sermons and prayers and spiritual readings
in her library, she had found a prayer penned by Jane Austen which was
her favourite. It said, in part, "Be gracious to our Necessities, and
guard us, and all we love, from Evil this night. May the sick and
afflicted, be now, and ever thy care; and heartily do we pray for the
safety of all that travel by Land or by Sea, for the comfort &
protection of the Orphan and Widow and that thy pity may be shewn upon
all Captives and Prisoners."
"For you see," she told the doctor, "I am sick and afflicted. Dick is an
Orphan. So while we are confessing our sins, we are also praying for
each other." She was so sincere that the older man could not help
himself; he knelt and hugged her, and then he even hugged the boy, who
blushed.
And so their lives continued. Dot got no worse, for she was well
inclined to live now for the sake of her friend. Dick gained little in
height or weight, for his diet remained limited to half of what one
child was expected to eat. Dot had no appetite and did not miss having
full rations, and Dick did not complain since his small portion was more
generous than any he had been accustomed to have in his poor prior life.
At Christmas Eve, the girl was expected to bring her doll and join the
family around the Christmas Tree in the parlour. This was a marvellous
innovation introduced by Prince Albert, and was all the rage. A real
tree was brought into the home , and its branches graced with candles,
and with little ornaments.
Dot was not strong enough to carry Dick, playing the part of her doll,
into the parlour, and it would never do for Nurse to try lifting
Dorothea who should have weighed only a few pounds. The wise doctor
contrived to receive a kind invitation from his patient, and he himself
then carried the doll into the parlour, explaining that it was at a
distance from the girl's quarters and he wanted to spare her undue
exertion. Dick had to maintain a posture which was partly stiff, from
the supposed stuffing, and partly limp, from having no skeletal
framework as the adults of the household supposed.
Thus it was that Dick got to observe a fine celebration, with lights and
songs and prayers, and games. Dot managed to secrete some of the nuts
and fruits and sweets into the inner hem of her gown, and so Dick even
had a taste of these wonderful treats, later. He was so happy to be
there; how he wished he could sing along with the family!
"Why look at your dolly," Mother commented. "I could almost believe her
eyes hold a special glow this evening!"
"Oh it is undoubtedly the festival lighting which lends that appearance"
blustered the doctor, but Dot insisted, cleverly, "Perhaps it is a
Christmas miracle! Surely on this of all evenings, my best friend could
be touched with sufficient life to share our joy, and say 'Amen' to our
prayers?"
This comment drew the attention of all the adults to the beloved girl;
she had played upon their sentimental natures. Mother dabbed her eyes.
"What a sweet child!" she murmured, as she clasped her husband's hand.
Forgotten for the moment was the doll; Dot's ruse had succeeded.
That winter Dot managed to request an extra quilt. The family feared
this was a sign of her deteriorating condition; she tried to reassure
them that she merely felt a chill. They hung their heads, said nothing,
and gave her two extra quilts. These were sufficient to warm Dick as he
slept atop her blankets, and more than cosy enough for Dot, who had to
put her feet out from under the covers in order to cool off.
"Your parents truly do love you deeply, don't they?" Dick said to her
afterward. "Yes, and I them" she asserted. "They gave up a happy life in
order to accommodate me here, and have arranged all their schedules and
needs to rotate around me and my requirements. If only I could give them
a kiss! That is my one regret. But doctor says I mustn't. When we
embrace, I embrace them fiercely, to make up for the kiss that never
comes. That also reassures them of my strength. I want them to be happy,
and the illness which imprisons me saddens them more than it does me, I
do believe. Eventually, some day, who can say when, I will leave
them...and you...it is a guilt I bear with me, to know that I must
grieve those I love the best...."
Dot shed no tears; she had steeled herself day after day and year after
year to bear up under her malady, and in that aspect of her life she had
remarkable strength. Poor Dick, however, could not restrain his tears.
He hugged his arms around himself and shook as he cried.
"None of that, now! You are caking the talc on your cheeks," Dot
scolded. But she held him in her arms nevertheless, calming him.
As the snows melted in early spring, they enjoyed seeing the snowdrops
bloom, first of all the flowers. Soon their garden would once again be
filled with life.
Dot's birthday fell in that portion of the year, and once again they
conspirators were forced to connive at bringing the doctor into
attendance at the party, to carry the supposed doll to the banquet
table. The birthday girl made a pretense of eating, but once again hid a
great deal of the cake and sweets within her clothing, to be shared
later. Her mother and father, in ignorant bliss, dared hope that her
evident appetite was a sign of continued respite from her illness.
As Dot nibbled dutifully at her cake, she exclaimed "Oh! Ow!" and pulled
an object from her mouth. "What...a coin? What is this doing in my
cake?"
Her parents and the doctor all chuckled. "It's cunningly made of sugar,
you 'd not choke on it. Finding the coin means you will come into
wealth!"
She smiled at them all, including her doll. "I have all the riches I
could desire. What do I lack, that money can buy? Beyond that, love of
family and friends is without price".
The others smiled back at her, but they were smiling through their
tears.
That evening, the doctor said "Here you are, back in your rooms. I must
say, I am getting a bit long in the tooth for such exercise! Is your
dolly putting on weight?" He winked as he said it, but Dick was
concerned. "I shouldn't want to grow too quickly, lest I not match Dot
any longer."
"Hmm, how old are you, son?"
"I've no idea, sir."
"Well, we just had a birthday party for your friend here; how many
candles were on your last cake?"
"I've never had a cake, sir."
"Do you remember what year you were in school, last?"
"I've never been to school, sir."
"Dear me! Did your parents never celebrate your birthday?"
"On Bonfire Night, the vicar would bring us over some scotch eggs and
baked potatoes, flapjacks and parkin. My parents made that my birthday
party, but I wasn't really born on November 2nd, that's just when we had
the food with which to celebrate."
Poor lad, thought the doctor, although he observed that the boy's use of
the language had improved, through constant association with Dot.
"So did they say how old you were on Bonfire Night then?"
"Not that I recall, sir, but I was on my own for awhile before I came
here, and my recollections are rather hazy."
"Yes, well then, perhaps discretion should be the better part of
avoirdupois? We should weigh the two of you from time to time, to be on
the safe side. I have an old scales from George Salter & Company that
I've had to replace for the spring having got stretched, but it should
serve our purposes well enough. The family should understand the need
for a running record of Dot's weight, so I expect no problems with
bringing my old equipment here. It will have to be placed in the
library, I fear, to allow sufficient space."
Our conspirators were greatly relieved the following week to discover,
with the help of the new scales, that Dick weighed merely three pounds
more than Dot. All agreed that these measurements should be ongoing, if
only to keep their minds at ease.
"The similarity in weight also gives me a rough approximation of your
age, Dick; if you were too much Dot's senior, the difference would be
much greater. Typically as boys approach puberty they begin to rapidly
add muscle mass."
"What is puberty, sir?" the boy who looked like a doll asked him.
"Eh? I'd have thought that was common knowledge. It is the time in a
child's life when he or she develops mature sexual characteristics.
Genitals develop. Girls begin to menstruate. It is possible, albeit
undesirable, for such growing children to procreate. I beg your pardon
if my speech seems blunt; it is the habit of an old medical man to
discuss in a direct and practical way whatever pertains to the human
body."
The twins became uneasy. How soon would this change come upon them?
Would it alter their friendship? Would Dick suddenly become huge? What
would happen then?
The doctor tried to reassure them. "We do know know what tomorrow may
bring, let alone the coming years. Today is sufficient for our concern
and attention. My brother is with the Royal Army Medical Corps in
Hindustan, and he found there a Hindu saying which strikes us both as
freighted with ancient wisdom: 'Look to this day for it is life, the
very life of life,
In its brief course lie all the verities and realities of our existence.
The bliss of growth, the splendour of beauty,
For yesterday is but a dream and tomorrow is only a vision,
But today well spent makes every yesterday a dream of happiness and
every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well therefore to this day.'
That would be good advice for us all."
So they lived from day to day, and enjoyed each other's company. Often
the children would hold hands as they meandered through their well
tended gardens, and look sweetly at each other. Now and then they would
tenderly embrace, and if you had seen them you could not have said which
was which.
Every flower under their care flourished, but especially the roses. The
white and red entwined together, making for a most pleasant visual
effect. "It is because our love is pure" state Dot. "It is because our
innocence is not without ardour" offered Dick.
Both children gradually grew in stature, and required changes of
clothing, but Dick did not outpace Dot in that regard. He continued to
be her mirror, her other self.
Yet finally one day, as the two were being weighed, the doctor whistled.
"Dot has not lost weight, for which I am thankful, but Dick seems to be
gaining! Let me take a closer look at you, son."
He examined the boy in private. "You are about to descend. There is a
coating of downy hair on your chest and limbs. Did you notice, when you
applied your cosmetics, that your face is now covered with peach fuzz?"
Dick hung his head and admitted that yes he had noticed this but had
been reluctant to mention it.
The doctor called a council of war. "This is a crisis. We are at a
decision point. Soon, I cannot say how soon but it is inevitable and
imminent, Dick will become a young man physically. He will look
ridiculous and unconvincing as Dorothea, and the masquerade will
perforce cease. I will try to find him a position somewhere, we will
avoid the workhouse. But Dot will no longer have the consolation of his
friendship."
Dot had been stoical about her own health, but now broke down into
tears. Dick placed his arms around her gently. "Is there nothing that
can be done, Doctor? Is there no way to avert this fate?"
"There is one," the gentleman admitted, "but it involves risk, and great
personal change for you, my boy. I would say the sacrifice is
unacceptable." But he nevertheless whispered in the boy's ear, words not
meant for Dot.
The doll's eyes grew wide; she gasped. But then she nodded bravely.
"I'll do it!"
Now it was the doctor's eyes which widened. "You are that attached to
her? Think what this will mean for your own future!"
"I do not wish to consider a future without my only friend!"
"Very well. Dot, Dick here has consented to an operation. His body will
be altered. The result will be to arrest the physical changes which are
starting to occur; he will be able then to remain with you much longer
in his current guise."
Dot may have been an innocent young maiden, but she surmised quite
clearly the intent of these plans. "No, Dick! I am not worth this
mutilation of your body!"
"It is my body, and my choice, Dot. I have every reason to do this, and
my reasons are not entirely unselfish. I am protecting my own happiness
as well."
The three were perplexed when it came to making arrangements for the
orchidectomy. Dot's quarters were not suitable for a surgery. The
setting with the best facilities combined with the greatest level of
discretion would be the doctor's own surgery. But how could the boy be
taken there? Dick could not simply be smuggled out the front door, even
in the guise of Dorothea.
He could not be stuffed into the doctor's bags, copious though they
were.
Finally the doctor decided to bring two ladders. He chose the very spot
at which Dick had long ago tunnelled under the wall. There he would
place one ladder against the outer wall, and use that perch to lower
another ladder inside the compound, which the children would then
position so that at its top it would be in safe proximity to the first.
Then Dick would clamber out.
"Should I remain in character as Dorothea when I leave? If people see
the figure of a girl who resembles Dot leaving the area, it may cause a
stir."
"True, but consider: Few have ever seen Dot in person. Even if a girl
was seen in the area, she could not easily therefore be identified as
Dot. If you however were found around the grounds, as Dick, it would be
impossible to explain away your presence. As you are too well aware, it
requires a good hour to complete your disguise, and so you could not
disappear and then reappear as Dorothea."
The boy acceded to this reasoning, and so when the doctor's head later
appeared over the garden wall, he made his escape as Dot's twin. As he
clambered over the wall, he leant back and whispered audibly: "Now
remember to take down and hide that ladder until we return, Dot!"
She blew him a kiss in silent acknowledgement.
The two males, after descending, likewise hid the other ladder in the
shrubbery.
The doctor had taken a wagon, to accommodate the ladders; the horse
eagerly champed his bit, ready to make the return trip. Reaching under a
blanket in the bed of the wagon, the older gentleman removed a black
cape and hood which he placed on Dick as a makeshift disguise. He shook
the reins, and they were off.
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