All the foliage began to turn and fall. The late flowers hung their heads. It had been a beautiful autumn, people said to pay up for the late spring.
There had been a little discussion about a school again.
"She seems so small, and in some things diffident," Chilian said. "The winters are long and cold, and she has not been used to them. Cousin Giles thinks her very delicate."
"She isn"t like children raised here, but she"s quite as strong as common. She oughtn"t be pampered and made any more finicking than she is. A girl almost ten. What is she going to be good for, I"d like to know?"
Cousin Giles had not made much headway with her. He was large and strong with an emphatic voice, and a head of thick, strong white hair, a rather full face, and penetrating eyes. He had advised about investments, though he thought no place had the outlook of Boston. But Salem was ahead of her in foreign trade.
Chilian Leverett felt very careful of the little girl. For if she died a large part of her fortune came to him. He really wished it had not been left that way. There was an East India Marine Society that had many curiosities--stored in rooms on the third floor of the Stearns building.
It had a wider scope than that and was to a.s.sist widows and orphans of deceased members, who were all to be those "who had actually navigated the seas beyond Cape of Good Hope, or Cape Horn, as masters or supercargoes of vessels belonging to Salem." To this Anthony had bequeathed many curiosities and a gift. There was talk of enlarging its scope, which was begun shortly after this.
Matters had settled to an amicable basis in the Leverett house. Rachel had won the respect of Elizabeth, who prayed daily for her conversion from heathendom and that she might see the claims the Christian religion had upon her. Eunice and she were more really friendly. She made some acquaintances outside and most people thought she must be some relation of the captain"s. She had proved herself very efficient in several cases of illness, for in those days neighbors were truly neighborly.
Cynthia did shrink from the cold, though there were good fires kept in the house. This winter Chilian had a stove put up in the hall, very much against Elizabeth"s desires. Quite large logs could be slipped in and they would lie there and smoulder, lasting sometimes all night. It was a great innovation and extravagance, though wood seemed almost inexhaustible in those days. And it was considered unhealthy to sleep in warm rooms, though people would shut themselves up close and have no fresh air.
Then the snow came, but it was a greater success in the inland towns, and there were sledding and sleigh-riding. The boys and girls had great times building forts and having s...o...b..lling contests. But the little girl caught a cold and had a cough that alarmed her guardian a good deal and made him more indulgent than ever, to Elizabeth"s disgust.
She was not really ill, only pale and languid and seemed to grow thinner. She was much fairer than any one could have supposed and her eyes looked large and wistful. Chilian put some pillows in the big rocking-chair and tilted it back so that she could almost lie down on it.
"You are so good to me," she would say with her sweet, faint smile.
Bentley came in now and then of an evening, and she liked to hear what they were doing at school. Polly, too, made visits; they had a half-holiday on Sat.u.r.day. She always brought some work, and Elizabeth considered her a very industrious girl. She was going to a birthday party of one of her mates.
"What do they do at parties?" inquired the little girl.
"Oh, they play games. There"s stagecoach. Everybody but one has a seat.
He blows a horn and sings out, "Stage for Boston," or any place. Then every one has to change seats. Such a scrambling and scurrying time! and the one who gets left has to take the horn."
"It"s something like puss in the corner."
"Only ever so many can play this. Then there"s "What"s my thought like?"
That"s rather hard, but funny. I like twirling the platter. If you don"t catch it when it comes near you, you must pay a forfeit. And redeeming them is lots of fun, for you are told to do all sorts of ridiculous things. Then there"s some goodies and mottoes and you can exchange with a boy. But Kate Saltonstall"s big sister had a party where they danced. Eliza wanted some dancing, but her mother said so many people did not approve of it for children."
"And don"t you have some one to come and dance for you?"
"Oh, what a queer idea! The fun is in dancing yourself with a real nice boy. Some people think it awfully wrong. Do you, Miss Winn?"
"No, indeed. When I was a child in England we went out and danced on the green. Everybody did. And when there were doings at the great houses--like Christmas, and weddings, and coming of age--the ladies, in their silks and satins and laces, came down in the servants" hall and danced with the butler and the footmen, and my lord took out some of the maids. I don"t think dancing hurts any one."
"I"m glad to hear you say that, Miss Winn. They are talking of having a dancing-cla.s.s in school. I hope mother will let me join it."
"And they teach it in schools there."
"And why shouldn"t they here?" said Polly.
To be sure. Cynthia was much interested and made Polly promise to come again and tell her all about it. Old Salem was awakening rapidly from her rigid torpor.
"I wonder if I could ever have a party," she said to Cousin Leverett that evening. "When father comes home we might have what they did at the Perkinses when they went in their new place--a house-warming. Is that like a party?"
"About the same thing."
"Cousin Elizabeth thinks it wicked. Wouldn"t she think dancing wicked?"
"I am afraid she would."
Cynthia sighed. No, she couldn"t have a party here.
She waited quite eagerly for Polly"s account. The little girl was in her own room. Miss Winn had gone out to get some medicine. Cynthia tried to be well sometimes, so she would not have to take the nauseous stuff. No one had invented medicated sugar pills at that time. She liked Cousin Elizabeth"s cough syrup.
Polly was overflowing with spirits.
"Oh, I want to be big, right away. Bella Saltonstall was there and she"s going into company next winter, she says. And she showed us some of the dancing steps and they just bewitch you. It"s like this"--and Polly picked up her frock in a dainty manner and whirled about the vacant s.p.a.ces in the room.
"But doesn"t it tire you dreadfully? The girls in India stand still a great deal more and just sway about. They come in and dance for you."
"Tire you! Oh, no. That"s the great fun, to do it yourself. Bella said it was--ex--something, and the word is in the spelling-book, but I never can remember the long words. Oh, I just wish I was fifteen and wasn"t going to school any more. And then there"s keeping company and getting married, and having your setting out. School seems stupid. There were two boys who wanted to come home with me, but mother said Ben must. Then I wished--well, I wished he was in college. He wants to go. Father says Mr. Leverett has infected him with the craze."
"If I was a boy, I"d like to go. Cousin Leverett is going to take me to Harvard next summer when they have their grand closing time."
"I"d rather be a girl and have a nice beau."
Plainly Polly had been saturated with dissipation.
Spring was suggesting her advent. The days were longer. The snow was disappearing.
"Oh, Cousin Leverett, look--there are some buds on the trees!" she cried.
"Yes. You can see them at intervals through the winter. They are wise little things, and swell and then shrink back in the cold."
"I"m so glad. I can soon go out. I get very tired some days. I like summer best."
"Yes. I do hope we shall have an early spring."
She looked up with smiling gladness.
That afternoon she had fallen asleep in the big chair. How almost transparent she was. The long lashes lay on the whiteness of her cheek--yes, it was really white. And there was very little color in her lips.
Abner Hayes came up from the warehouse with some papers the _Ulysses_ had just brought in.
"That the captain"s poor little girl?"
"Yes; she"s asleep. She hasn"t been very well this winter, but the first nice balmy day I shall take her out driving. I"ve been almost afraid to have the air blow on her."
"Yes, she ought to live and enjoy all that big fortune. It"s a thousand pities the captain couldn"t have come back and enjoyed it with her. But we must all go when our time comes. You never hear a hard word said about him, and sure"s there"s a heaven he is in it."
Chilian held up his finger. Then he signed a paper that had to go back, and asked if the cargo of the _Ulysses_ was in good shape.
Elizabeth called him downstairs after that. There was a poor man wanting some sort of a position and Chilian promised to look out for him. He had been porter in a store, but the heavy lifting made him cough. He would have to get something lighter.