"Princess b.u.t.ter-ball, what a vulgar way of speaking you have!--"all along of"--I"m ashamed of you," said Jinny severely. "Besides, we did have a mamma once--all except----" and she glanced at Baby, but without finishing her sentence. For had she done so poor Princess Baby would have burst into loud sobs; it was a very sore point with her that she had never had a mamma at all, whereas all the others, even b.u.t.ter-ball, were perfectly sure they could remember their mother.
"If Aunt Ginevra would come home," sighed Elspeth. "We"ve always been promised she would." "And she"s written us kind letters," added Agatha.
"What"s letters?" said Jinny contemptuously.
"Well, you needn"t complain," said Helen. "She sent you a silver mug--real silver--and that"s more than any of our G.o.dmothers did for the rest of us."
"Yes, she did," said Jinny, "and it"s fortunate for us all, princesses, that through all our troubles I have always kept that one--memento of happier days about my person----"
"What stories, Jinny!" Agatha exclaimed. "At least it"s stories if you"re being real just now. You mix up princess-ing and real, so that I get quite muddled. But, you know, you _don"t_ carry the mug about with you."
For all answer, Princess Ginevra, after some fumbling in her pocket, drew out a short, thick parcel wrapped in tissue paper, which she unfolded, and held up to view a silver mug.
"There now," she said.
Agatha looked rather crestfallen.
"It must be very uncomfortable to have that lumpy thing in your pocket, and some day Miss Burton will be asking where it"s gone," she said. "I suppose it makes you fancy yourself more a princess, but I"m getting rather tired of fancies. Now if we only had a beautiful doll, and could all work at dressing it, that _would_ be worth something."
"And we might go on being princesses all the same, or even more," put in Elspeth.
"Patience," said Jinny, "patience and courage. Leave it to me. I think I see my way. I have my eye on a trusty adherent, and if I am not much mistaken, you shall have a doll before Christmas."
All five p.r.i.c.ked up their ears at this--they had all at the bottom of their hearts the greatest faith in Ginevra, though the elder ones now and then felt it necessary to snub her a little.
"Are you in earnest, Jinny?" said Helen; "and if you are, I wish you"d tell us what you mean. Who is the trusty adherent?"
"I know," said Agatha. "It"s the red-haired boy next door. Jinny dropped her umbrella the other day and he picked it up for her, and she stopped to thank him--that day we had colds and couldn"t go out, Helen."
"No," said Elspeth; "it was Jinny that picked up some of his books that dropped--he was carrying such a pile of awfully messy ragged ones. He must go to a messy school."
"He was not going to school," said Ginevra. "He was taking these old books to--but no, I must not betray him."
"Rubbish," said Agatha; "he can"t be more than nine. What could there be to betray? _He"s_ not a shut-up prince, Jinny. Do talk sense for once."
Ginevra changed her tone.
"I don"t want to tell you," she said in a matter-of-fact voice, "for fear of disappointing you all. Just wait a very few days and then I"ll tell you. But first, _supposing_ we could get a doll, what should it be like--fair or dark?"
"Dark, black hair and brown eyes," replied all the five voices. For the six princesses had fair curls and blue eyes, so, naturally, they preferred a contrast.
"Hum," said Tinny. "Brown hair, perhaps, but not black. The black-haired dolls in the shop-windows look common."
"Never mind. _Any_ haired would do so long as we got her," said Agatha.
"But don"t talk about it. It does make me want her _so_ dreadfully."
Late that afternoon, just about the time that the little boy next door would be coming home from school, a small figure with a shawl drawn over its head might have been seen at Miss Burton"s front gate. She had waited patiently for some minutes. At last she was rewarded by the sight, or the sound rather, for it was almost too dark to see any one, of Master Red-Head coming up the road. When he got close to his own door she called out. It was rather difficult to do so, for she had no idea what his name was.
"Master--Mr.--" she began, and then changing suddenly, "boy, please, I don"t know your name."
He stopped and came up to her, exclaiming of course, "I say, who"s there? What"s up?"
"It"s me--Prin--I mean one of the little girls next door, the one who picked up your old books the other day. I want to ask you something, please."
Red-Head was all attention, and the two went on talking for some minutes.
"You"re sure he will?" said Jinny at last.
"Quite positive. I"ll get all out of him I can. It"s real silver, you say."
"Real, pure silver," she replied.
"And--and it"s your very own? I mean you may do what you like with it?"
Red-Head went on, for he was a boy with a conscience.
"Of course it"s my own. Do you think I"d steal?" exclaimed Jinny indignantly, so indignantly that she omitted to answer his second question, not even asking it of herself.
"No, no, of course not. But you know--_I_ wouldn"t get leave to sell my watch though it"s my own. Only I suppose it"s all because you"ve no father and mother to look after you. It"s very hard on you to have no toys. I suppose girls can"t live without dolls. But I say, tell me again about the doll. I"ll have to do it all at once, for we"re going away for the holidays the day after to-morrow."
"You"re to get all the money you can, and the very prettiest doll you can have for the money. With brown hair, remember--not light, we"re tired of light, we"ve all got it ourselves--and not black, black"s common."
"And not red, I suppose. You may as well say it. I don"t mind."
"Well, no," said Ginevra hesitatingly. She would not for worlds have hurt his feelings--no princess would so treat a trusty adherent--yet she could not pretend to a weakness for red hair. "I _think_ we"d like brown best."
"All right. Then to-morrow afternoon, just about this time. It"s a half-holiday--we"re breaking up, but it"s best to wait till dark for fear you should get a scolding. I"ll be here just about this time, with--you know what."
"Thank you, oh thank you so much," and Ginevra held out her hand, half expecting him to kiss it, instead of which, however, he gave it a schoolboy shake.
"I can excuse it, however; he could not be expected to understand," she said to herself as she flew up to the nursery.
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE SIX POOR LITTLE PRINCESSES
"Ginevra found herself running upstairs, though not so fast as the evening before, for fear of dropping the precious parcel she held in her arms." P. 71]
She could scarcely sleep that night, and the next morning it was all she could do to keep her secret. But there was plenty of determination under Princess Jinny"s fair curls, and by dint of much squeezing of her lips together and saying to herself what a pity it would be to spoil the beautiful "surprise," she managed to get through the morning without doing more than dropping some mysterious hints. But how long the day seemed, short as it really was! Would it never get dark? For it was clear and frosty, and the afternoon, to Jinny, appeared, out of contradiction, to be twice as long as usual of closing in.
"All comes, however, to him (or her) who waits," and the blissful moment at last arrived when Ginevra found herself running upstairs, though not so fast as the evening before, for fear of dropping the precious parcel she held in her arms.
"The dear, sweet boy," she said to herself. "I"d have liked to kiss him.
Perhaps we all might when he comes home again."
For Red-Head"s last words had been a charge not to forget to let him know after the holidays if Miss Dolly was approved of.
Ginevra burst into the nursery.
"Princesses," she exclaimed, "shut your eyes, while I unwrap her. I"ll shut mine too. I haven"t seen her myself."