Holiday Romance — Text and Context

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Dickens, Charles, 1812-1870 Project Gutenberg 1997 Not confirmed
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Dickens's four-part children's tale, narrated by child 'editor' William Tinkling, blends pirate adventure, schoolyard rebellion, and mock-heroic battles. The excerpts reveal a playful tension between adult authority and childish imagination, with invented military campaigns, toy weddings, and a Latin-grammar master marooned at sea.
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that Miss Grimmer would prove to be the wicked fairy, and would come in at the christening with her crutch-stick, and give the child a bad gift. Was there anything of that sort? Answer, William.’

I said that ma had said afterwards (and so she had), that Great-uncle Chopper’s gift was a shabby one; but she hadn’t said a bad one. She had called it shabby, electrotyped, second-hand, and below his income.

‘It must be the grown-up people who have changed all this,’ said Alice. ‘_We_ couldn’t have changed it, if we had been so inclined, and we never should have been. Or perhaps Miss Grimmer _is_ a wicked fairy after all, and won’t act up to it because the grown-up people have persuaded her not to. Either way, they would make us ridiculous if we told them what we expected.’

‘Tyrants!’ muttered the pirate-colonel.

‘Nay, my Redforth,’ said Alice, ‘say not so. Call not names, my Redforth, or they will apply to pa.’

‘Let ’em,’ said the colonel. ‘I do not care. Who’s he?’

Tinkling here undertook the perilous task of remonstrating with his lawless friend, who consented to withdraw the moody expressions above quoted.

‘What remains for us to do?’ Alice went on in her mild, wise way. ‘We must educate, we must pretend in a new manner, we must wait.’

The colonel clenched his teeth,—four out in front, and a piece of another, and he had been twice dragged to the door of a dentist-despot, but had escaped from his guards. ‘How educate? How pretend in a new manner? How wait?’

‘Educate the grown-up people,’ replied Alice. ‘We part to-night. Yes, Redforth,’—for the colonel tucked up his cuffs,—‘part to-night! Let us in these next holidays, now going to begin, throw our thoughts into something educational for the grown-up people, hinting to them how things ought to be. Let us veil our meaning under a mask of romance; you, I, and Nettie. William Tinkling being the plainest and quickest writer, shall copy out. Is it agreed?’

The colonel answered sulkily, ‘I don’t mind.’ He then asked, ‘How about pretending?’

‘We will pretend,’ said Alice, ‘that we are children; not that we are those grown-up people who won’t help us out as they ought, and who understand us so badly.’

The colonel, still much dissatisfied, growled, ‘How about waiting?’

‘We will wait,’ answered little Alice, taking Nettie’s hand in hers, and looking up to the sky, ‘we will wait—ever constant and true—till the times have got so changed as that everything helps us out, and nothing makes us ridiculous, and the fairies have come back. We will wait—ever constant and true—till we are eighty, ninety, or one hundred. And then the fairies will send _us_ children, and we will help them out, poor pretty little creatures, if they pretend ever so much.’

‘So we will, dear,’ said Nettie Ashford, taking her round the waist with both arms and kissing her. ‘And now if my husband will go and buy some cherries for us, I have got some money.’

In the friendliest manner I invited the colonel to go with me; but he so far forgot himself as to acknowledge the invitation by kicking out behind, and then lying down on his stomach on the grass, pulling it up and chewing it. When I came back, however, Alice had nearly brought him out of his vexation, and was soothing him by telling him how soon we should all be ninety.

As we sat under the willow-tree and ate the cherries (fair, for Alice shared them out), we played at being ninety. Nettie complained that she had a bone in her old back, and it made her hobble; and Alice sang a song in an old woman’s way, but it was very pretty, and we were all merry. At least, I don’t know about merry exactly, but all comfortable.

There was a most tremendous lot of cherries; and Alice always had with her some neat little bag or box or case, to hold things. In it that night was a tiny wine-glass. So Alice and Nettie said they would make some cherry-wine to drink our love at parting.

Each of us had a glassful, and it was delicious; and each of us drank the toast, ‘Our love at parting.’ The colonel drank his wine last; and it got into my head directly that it got into his directly. Anyhow, his eyes rolled immediately after he had turned the glass upside down; and he took me on one side and proposed in a hoarse whisper, that we should ‘Cut ‘em out still.’

‘How did he mean?’ I asked my lawless friend.

Dickens opens Holiday Romance with a narrator who insists his story is 'real'—a claim immediately undercut by the fantastical events that follow. William Tinkling, self-appointed editor, describes his marriage to Nettie Ashford in a dancing-school closet using a green ring from a toy shop, while his cousin Bob Redforth, a self-styled pirate colonel, stages an attack on their schoolmistresses with a paper-knife and a black flag. The voice is that of a child mimicking adult seriousness, complete with military jargon and legalistic phrasing. This framing establishes a central tension: the narrative is both a parody of grown-up conventions and a sincere exercise in childish make-believe.

Child Editors and Mock Authority

The opening section foregrounds the act of editing itself. William Tinkling declares, 'I am the editor of it,' and dismisses his cousin's competing claim with the blunt judgment that Bob 'has no idea of being an editor.' This playful assertion of authority mirrors the children's broader game of adopting adult roles—editor, colonel, bride, pirate captain—while simultaneously exposing the arbitrariness of such titles. The 'Introductory Romance' is presented as a document written by William, complete with a byline ('From the Pen of William Tinkling, Esq.'), yet the reader is aware that the real author is Dickens. This layered authorship creates a comic dissonance between the child's earnest self-importance and the adult writer's ironic distance. The children's 'editorial' control extends to the plot: William insists that readers 'must believe this beginning-part more than what comes after,' a directive that both mimics editorial prefaces and signals the unreliable, whimsical nature of the tale to follow.

Pirates, Schoolrooms, and Latin Grammar

The second excerpt shifts to a full-blown pirate narrative featuring Captain Boldheart, whose ship 'The Beauty' engages in a naval battle with a Latin-grammar master. The master's vessel is described in terms that blend academic and nautical imagery: 'having all his masts gone, his hull and rigging shot through.' After his defeat, Boldheart refuses to kill him, instead marooning him in a cutter with 'my Latin grammar' and the sardonic instruction to 'spite the natives, if you can find any.' This episode literalizes the schoolboy fantasy of turning the tables on an oppressive teacher. The grammar master's punishment—being set adrift with the very textbook he used to torment students—is a precise act of poetic justice. Dickens sustains the mock-heroic tone throughout: Boldheart receives sixteen wounds but does not mention them, and the crew's devotion is expressed through Boozey's request to be 'killed, and preserved for the captain's table.' The juxtaposition of high-seas adventure with classroom grievances gives the romance its distinctive comic energy.

Savage Songs and Parodic Rituals

When Captain Boldheart's crew encounters a fleet of fifteen hundred canoes, the savages sing 'Choo a choo a choo tooth. Muntch, muntch. Nycey!'—a nonsense chant that the narrator speculates might be an evening hymn, only to reveal it is a translation of 'For what we are going to receive.' This moment parodies both colonial adventure stories and religious grace, reducing the exotic 'other' to a childish mishearing. The chief, described as having 'the majestic appearance of a fighting parrot,' speaks perfect English, further deflating the expected encounter. Dickens uses these details to undercut the conventions of imperial romance: the savages are neither noble nor terrifying but absurdly familiar. The scene echoes the earlier schoolyard battles, where adult authority figures (Drowvey, the Latin-grammar master) are transformed into ridiculous adversaries. Throughout the excerpts, Dickens repeatedly stages rituals—weddings, naval engagements, cannibal feasts—that are simultaneously earnest and parodic, reflecting the children's desire to impose order on their world through play.

The Limits of Childish Authority

Despite the children's elaborate games, adult power repeatedly intrudes. William's bride is 'in captivity at Miss Grimmer's,' and the attack on the schoolmistresses fails when the colonel is 'muffled' in his own flag and beaten with a parasol. The pirate captain's triumph over the Latin-grammar master is undercut by the master's pathetic surrender and the cook's murderous rage, which requires Boldheart to kill him. These moments suggest that the children's fantasies, however vivid, cannot fully escape the constraints of the adult world. Dickens does not resolve this tension; instead, he lets the romance proceed with its own internal logic, where a green ring and a toy cannon carry as much weight as a naval commission. The reader is left to navigate between the narrator's insistence on reality and the obvious absurdity of the events, a balancing act that defines the work's peculiar charm.

Readers approaching Holiday Romance should attend to the way Dickens layers voices: the child narrator's earnestness, the adult author's irony, and the parodic echoes of adventure fiction. The excerpts offer only fragments of the four-part structure, but they reveal a consistent pattern of mock-heroic escalation and deflation. Pay particular attention to how objects—a paper-knife, a Latin grammar, a green ring—are invested with symbolic weight in the children's games, and how adult authority figures are simultaneously feared and ridiculed. The romance rewards close reading of its verbal play and structural symmetries.

I sometimes think of Dickens's little William Tinkling, that child-editor spinning his mock-heroic wars against the grammar-master, and how the truest rebellions are quiet ones. It reminds me of a certain charm in A Charmed Life — Inside the Classic, where the magic works the same way—underneath the noise, a hushed insistence on one’s own small world.

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