Read the second part of the story. Have you expected such a development of events ? In what way is it unusual ?

  1. B) The USA Presidents and Historical Events
  2. Conditional Sentences. The Second Conditional.
  3. Development of embryo and fetus
  4. Finish reading the first half of the story. Prepare to explain what exactly is happening to the teacher.
  5. Finish reading the story. Decide how you find the ending unexpected or quite predictable.
  6. Innovation. Research and development department. A model for innovating for a big company.
  7. Make a pause here. Reflect on the scene that the author creates in your mind at the beginning of the story. What kind of family relationship is described ?
  8. New product development.
  9. Now finish reading the story. Do you find the ending slightly disappointing ?
  10. Now finish reading the story. Does the ending make you smile ? Why ?
  11. Now finish reading the story. Some people might say that nothing really happened. What is your opinion ?
  12. Now read the second part and try to find an answer to the following question: Why does the author call Coach Rake a great motivator.


Oscar Cresswell got it all from Bassett.

Master Paul comes and asks me, so I cant do more than tell him, sir, said Bassett, his face terribly serious, as if he were speaking of religious matters.

And does he ever put anything on a horse he fancies?

Well I dont want to give him away hes a young sport, a fine sport, sir. Would you mind asking him himself? He sort of takes
a pleasure in it, and perhaps hed feel I was giving him away, sir, if you dont mind.

Bassett was serious as a church.

The uncle went back to his nephew and took him off for a ride in the car.

Say, Paul, old man, do you ever put anything on a horse? the uncle asked.

The boy watched the handsome man closely.

Why do you think I oughtnt to? he parried.

Not a bit of it! I thought perhaps you might give me a tip for the Lincoln.

The car sped on into the country, going down to Uncle Oscars place in Hampshire.

Honor bright? said the nephew.

Honor bright, son. said the uncle.

Well, then, Daffodil.

Daffodil! I doubt it, sonny.

I only know the winner, said the boy. Thats Daffodil.

Daffodil, eh?

There was a pause. Daffodil was an obscure horse comparatively.


Yes, son?

You wont let it go any further, will you? I promised Bassett.

Bassett be damned, old man! Whats he got to do with it?

Were partners. Weve been partners from the first Uncle he lent me my first five shillings, which I lost, I promised him. Honor bright it was only between me and him; only you gave me that ten-shilling note I started winning with, so I thought you were lucky. You wont let it go any further, will you?

The boy looked at his uncle from those big, hot, blue eyes, set rather close together. The uncle stirred and laughed uneasily.

Right you are, son! Ill keep your tip private. Daffodil, eh? How much are you putting on him?

All except twenty pounds, said the boy. I keep that in reserve.

The uncle thought it a good joke.

You keep twenty pounds in reserve, do you, you young romancer? What are you betting, then?

Im betting three hundred, said the boy gravely. But its between you and me. Uncle Oscar! Honor bright?

The uncle burst into a roar of laughter.

Its between you and me all right, you young Nat Gould, he said, laughing. But wheres your three hundred?

Bassett keeps it for me. Were partners.

You are, are you! And what is Bassett putting on Daffodil?

He wont go quite as high as I do, I expect. Perhaps hell go a hundred and fifty.

What, pennies? laughed the uncle.

Pounds, said the child, with a surprised look at his uncle. Bassett keeps a bigger reserve than I do.

Between wonder and amusement Uncle Oscar was silent. He pursued the matter no further, but he determined to take his nephew with him to the Lincoln races.

Now, son, he said, Im putting twenty on Mirza, and Ill put five on for you on any horse you fancy. Whats your pick?

Daffodil, Uncle.

No, not the fiver on Daffodil!

I should if it was my own fiver, said the child.

Good! Good! Right you are! A fiver for me and a fiver for you on Daffodil.

The child had never been to a race-meeting before, and his eyes were blue fire. He pursed his mouth tight and watched. A Frenchman just in front had put his money on Lancelot. Wild with excitement, he flayed his arms up and down, yelling Lancelot! Lancelot! in his French accent.

Daffodil came in first, Lancelot second, Mirza third. The child, flushed and with eyes blazing, was curiously serene. His uncle brought him four five-pound notes, four to one.

What am I to do with these? he cried, waving them before the boys eyes.

I suppose well talk to Bassett, said the boy. I expect I have fifteen hundred now; and twenty in reserve; and this twenty.

His uncle studied him for some moments.

Look here, son! he said. Youre not serious about Bassett and that fifteen hundred, are you?

Yes, I am. But its between you and me, uncle. Honor bright?

Honor bright all right, son! But I must talk to Bassett.

If youd like to be a partner, uncle, with Bassett and me, we could all be partners. Only, youd have to promise, honor bright, uncle, not to let it go beyond us three. Bassett and I are lucky, and you must be lucky, because it was your ten shillings I started winning with...

Uncle Oscar took both Bassett and Paul into Richmond Park for an afternoon, and there they talked.

Its like this, you see, sir, Bassett said. Master Paul would get me talking about racing events, spinning yarns, you know, sir. And he was always keen on knowing if Id made or if Id lost. Its about a year since, now, that I put five shillings on Blush of Dawn for him: and we lost. Then the luck turned, with that ten shillings he had from you: that we put on Singhalese. And since that time, its been pretty steady, all things considering. What do you say, Master Paul?

Were all right when were sure, said Paul. Its when were not quite sure that we go down.

Oh, but were careful then, said Bassett.

But when are you sure? smiled Uncle Oscar.

Its Master Paul, sir, said Bassett in a secret, religious voice. Its as if he had it from heaven. Like Daffodil, now, for the Lincoln. That was as sure as eggs.

Did you put anything on Daffodil? asked Oscar Cresswell.

Yes, sir. I made my bit.

And my nephew?

Bassett was obstinately silent, looking at Paul. I made twelve hundred, didnt I, Bassett? I told uncle 1 was putting three hundred on Daffodil.

Thats right, said Bassett, nodding.

But wheres the money? asked the uncle.

I keep it safe locked up, sir. Master Paul he can have it any minute he likes to ask for it.

What, fifteen hundred pounds?

And twenty! And forty, that is, with the twenty he made on the course.

Its amazing! said the uncle.

If Master Paul offers you to be partners, sir, I would, if I were you: if youll excuse me, said Bassett.

Oscar Cresswell thought about it.

Ill see the money, he said.

They drove home again, and, sure enough, Bassett came round to the garden-house with fifteen hundred pounds in notes. The twenty pounds reserve was left with Joe Glee, in the Turf Commission deposit.

You see, its all right, uncle, when Im sure! Then we go strong, for all were worth. Dont we, Bassett?

We do that. Master Paul.

And when are you sure? said the uncle, laughing.

Oh, well, sometimes Im absolutely sure, like about Daffodil, said the boy; and sometimes I have an idea; and sometimes I havent even an idea, have I, Bassett? Then were careful, because we mostly go down.

You do, do you! And when youre sure, like about Daffodil, what makes you sure, sonny?

Oh, well, I dont know, said the boy uneasily. Im sure you know, uncle; thats all.

Its as if he had it from heaven, sir, Bassett reiterated.

I should say so! said the uncle.

But he became a partner. And when the Leger was coming on Paul was sure about Lively Spark, which was a quite inconsiderable horse. The boy insisted on putting a thousand on the horse, Bassett went for five hundred, and Oscar Cresswell two hundred. Lively Spark came in first, and the betting had been ten to one against him. Paul had made ten thousand.

You see, he said, I was absolutely sure of him.

Even Oscar Cresswell had cleared two thousand.

Look here, son, he said, this sort of thing makes me nervous.

It neednt, uncle! Perhaps 1 shant be sure again for a long time.

But what are you going to do with your money? asked the uncle.

Of course, said the boy, I started it for mother. She said she had no luck, because father is unlucky, so I thought if I was lucky, it might stop whispering.

What might stop whispering?

Our house. I hate our house for whispering.

What does it whisper?

Why why the boy fidgeted why, I dont know. But its always short of money, you know, uncle.

I know it, son, I know it.

You know people send mother writs, dont you, uncle?

Im afraid I do, said the uncle.

And then the house whispers, like people laughing at you behind your back. Its awful, that is! I thought if I was lucky

You might stop it, added the uncle.

The boy watched him with big blue eyes, that had an uncanny cold fire in them, and he said never a word.

Well, then! said the uncle. What are we doing?

I shouldnt like mother to know I was lucky, said the boy.

Why not, son?

Shed stop me.

I dont think she would.

Oh! and the boy writhed in an odd way I dont want her to know, uncle.

All right, son! Well manage it without her knowing.

They managed it very easily. Paul, at the others suggestion, handed over five thousand pounds to his uncle, who deposited it with the family lawyer, who was then to inform Pauls mother that a relative had put five thousand pounds in to his hands, which sum was to be paid out a thousand pounds at a time, on the mothers birthday, for the next five years.

So shell have a birthday present of a thousand pounds for five successive years, said Uncle Oscar. I hope it wont make it all the harder for her later.

Pauls mother had her birthday in November. The house had been whispering worse than ever lately, and, even in spite of his luck, Paul could not bear up against it. He was very anxious to see the effect of the birthday letter, telling his mother about the thousand pounds.

When there were no visitors, Paul now took his meals with his parents, as he was beyond the nursery control. His mother went into town nearly every day. She had discovered that she had an odd knack of sketching furs and dress materials, so she worked secretly in the studio of a friend who was the chief artist for the leading drapers. She drew the figures of ladies in furs and ladies in silk and sequins for the newspaper advertisements. This young woman artist earned several thousand pounds a year, but Pauls mother only made several hundred, and she was again dissatisfied. She so wanted to be first in something, and she did not succeed, even in making sketches for drapery advertisements.

She was down to breakfast on the morning of her birthday. Paul watched her face as she read her letters. He knew the lawyers letter. As his mother read it, her face hardened and became more expressionless. Then a cold, determined look came on her mouth. She hid the letter under the pile of others, and said not a word about it.

Didnt you have anything nice in the post for your birthday, mother? said Paul.

Quite moderately nice, she said, her voice cold and absent.

She went away to town without saying more.

But in the afternoon Uncle Oscar appeared. He said Pauls mother had had a long interview with the lawyer, asking if the whole five thousand could not be advanced at once, as she was in debt.

What do you think, uncle? said the boy.

I leave it to you, son.

Oh, let her have it, then! We can get some more with the other, said the boy.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, laddie! said Uncle Oscar.

But Im sure to know for the Grand National; or the Lincolnshire; or else the Derby, Im sure to know for one of them, said Paul.


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