"No, they think the Grants may be calling, so they don"t dare to be out.
Would you each like a stick? We"ve an a.s.sortment here, in the umbrella stand; this is a nice little one with a crooked handle for Aldred, and I can recommend this cherrywood for you, Mabel."
The country at Gra.s.singford was exceedingly pretty. It was not grand, nor mountainous, but was well wooded and dotted with picturesque farmsteads. There were deep lanes, with high hedges, which at the present season of the year were a ma.s.s of flowering hawthorn; and every little copse and spinney showed blue with hyacinths. There was a delightful spring-like feeling in the air, that combination of sun and breeze, bursting buds, and opening leaves which promises returning summer, renews all the vitality of human beings, and sets us singing like the birds for the mere joy of being alive. Such days seem echoes of the Golden Age slipped out of Paradise, days when we want to forget houses and cities and civilization, and go into the fields to learn the lessons Mother Nature has to teach us--lessons as old as the hills, but fresh every year, when they are fraught with the mystery of new creation.
The path to the river lay across fields, and it would have been difficult to find it without a guide who knew the way. It zigzagged between patches of growing corn and hay, turned sharply round corners, and for a short distance even led down the half-dry bed of a stream.
"The fact is, it isn"t a proper path at all," said Francis. "It"s only a short cut that we found out for ourselves; it saves a mile."
"It"s lovely! I should want to come by it, even if it were a mile longer instead of shorter," said Aldred, who always preferred the romantic to the practical. "How do you manage when the stream is full?"
"Oh! we can"t get along unless we wade. We came once last winter and had to turn back; the water was up to this stone, a regular rushing torrent, very different from what it is now. Can you scramble over this wall?
Take my hand. Now, you see, we are in the lane, and we shall get to the ferry in a minute."
The old-fashioned ferry was a most picturesque feature of the tidal river, a large, flat-bottomed boat being worked on chains, which stretched from one bank to the other. Sometimes a horse and cart, or a flock of sheep, would be taken over, as well as ordinary pa.s.sengers, the whole cargo being slowly wound across the water by the ferryman, who turned a creaking windla.s.s on board. The whole arrangement seemed a delightful survival of days when no one was ever in a hurry, and life revolved on leisurely wheels, as different from our modern rush and excitement as a bullock cart is from a motor car. Aldred was fascinated with the quaint contrivance, and anxious to cross on it; but Francis had other projects.
"I say! Wouldn"t it be jolly if we could get Pritchard to lend us his small boat, and row ourselves up the river to Holt"s farm?" he suggested.
"Ripping!" said G.o.dfrey. "Why not?"
"It"s not a bad idea," said Piers; "but have you fellows brought any money with you? for I haven"t."
"I"ve left my worldly wealth in my other trousers" pocket," admitted G.o.dfrey. "Francis, you"ll have to pay the piper."
"All serene!"
"I wonder what he"d charge?"
"I don"t know, but we can ask him. Here he is now. You"d like a row, girls, wouldn"t you?"
"Immensely!" said Mabel.
"Oh, I do hope he"ll let us! It would be such fun!" added Aldred.
"We want to know if you"ll hire out your small boat," said Francis to the ferryman. "What would you charge to let us have it for an hour, or perhaps a little longer?"
Pritchard stroked the short, grey stubble on his chin reflectively.
"Are you sure you can manage a boat amongst you?" he queried.
"Of course!" answered Francis, rather loftily. "We all know how to row; we"re as accustomed to the river as you are yourself."
"I don"t know about that," said Pritchard, smiling. "You haven"t got fifty years at the back of you yet. It"ll take a fairly strong arm to pull the lot of you, especially against the tide. The boat"s bespoke for half-past four too."
Francis complacently felt his muscles, as if to suggest that he was quite equal to the occasion.
"Say what you want for it," he replied.
"We"ll undertake to bring it back in heaps of time," interposed G.o.dfrey.
"How would half a crown be for the hour?"
"I"m afraid I"ve only got a two-shilling piece with me," said Francis, coming down a little from his high horse.
"And two shillings is the usual price without a boatman," added Piers.
"I"d a deal rather you had a boatman with you, only I can"t spare the time. Well, I don"t want to be hard on you; we won"t quarrel over the sixpence. One of the oars is spliced, and you"ll have to be careful of it. Thomas, help to run down the boat, will you?"
With the help of two strong pairs of arms, the _Maid of Llangollen_ went grating along the shingle towards the river. She was short and broad, and evidently not intended for racing. The boys inspected her with a critical eye.
"She"s a dreadfully heavy old tub," said Piers, "but she"s seaworthy, and I dare say we shall have some fun out of her."
"Who"s to row stroke?" said Francis.
"I am, of course," answered Piers, in a tone that admitted of no dispute. "G.o.dfrey may have the other oar, and you can steer."
"And what may we do?" asked Mabel.
"The ornamental, of course! You and Aldred can just sit and enjoy yourselves."
"We"d much rather take our share of the work."
"Well, perhaps we"ll let you have a turn by and by, if you"re so particularly anxious."
Pritchard by this time had run the boat down the bank and rowed her round to a small jetty, from which it was easy to board her.
"There"s a nice place for you misses here, in the stern," he said. "Be careful! It"s wet in the bottom. There"s a tin can under the seat, if you want to bale her out."
It was most delightful on the river. In spite of her clumsy build, the _Maid of Llangollen_ seemed to glide along in the easiest manner. Mabel and Aldred leaned back luxuriously in the stern of the boat, trailing their hands in the water, and watching the regular dip of the oars. The party were all in the best of spirits, and began to exchange jokes and sing songs.
"Yo di diddle diddle dee, Five jolly sea-dogs are we.
We"ve to heave the anchor, and our friends all hanker To join our companee!"
chanted Francis.
"Is that original?" asked Mabel.
"Of course it is! Don"t you know my remarkable style by this time? I"m the coming poet!"
"A modest one, at any rate!" laughed Aldred.
"Oh, it doesn"t do to hide one"s light under a bushel! n.o.body believes in you nowadays unless you advertise yourself."
"I thought self-praise was no recommendation."
"Quite a mistaken idea! To alter Shakespeare a little, one can say: Sweet are the uses of advertis.e.m.e.nt!"
"You must give us a better specimen of your poetry before we"ll believe in you," said Mabel. "I shall call you a doggerel rhymster at present."
"All right! How do you like this?--