"One doesn"t, indeed," said Ruth Harmon. "Field work isn"t plain sailing. I wish we hadn"t to catch the 4.15 train; I should have liked to stay longer. There"s the signal to form and march. Aren"t you coming, Alison?"
"No; I"m not going by train. My mother promised to drive over for me. I wonder she hasn"t arrived."
"Will she come by the high road from Latchworth?" asked Dorothy. "Then walk home with Aunt Barbara and me. We shall very likely meet her on the way."
"Oh, I"d love to see where you live!" exclaimed Alison. "Is that your aunt? She"s sweet. I imagined somehow she"d be much older than that. I think she"s ever so pretty. I hope Mother"ll be late, and that we shall get as far as your house before we meet the trap."
Alison chattered briskly as they walked along the road; she had a very friendly disposition, and was much taken with Miss Sherbourne"s appearance. She had not been in Hurford before, so she was interested to notice the fine old church and the picturesque village street.
"It"s ever so much prettier than Latchworth," she declared. "I wish our house were here instead. Oh, look at that dear little place with the porch all covered with creepers! Is that yours? How lovely! It looks as if it had stepped out of a picture."
"Won"t you come in, dear, and wait for your mother?" said Miss Sherbourne. "We can watch for the trap from the window."
"May I? I"d love to. Oh, Dorothy, while I"m here, do show me your stamps! You always promised to bring them to school, but you never have done it. And I want to look at your clay models too."
"Come to my den, then," said Dorothy. "Martha will stand at the gate and stop the trap from pa.s.sing, won"t you, Martha? Now, Alison, we"ll go upstairs."
The two girls had only a very short time in which to examine Dorothy"s various possessions. After a few minutes Martha came running up to say that the trap was waiting.
"And the lady said you were please to come at once," she added, addressing Alison.
"Oh, bother," exclaimed the latter; "I haven"t seen half yet! I suppose I shall have to go, though. Where"s your aunt? I want to say good-bye to her. Oh, there she is at the gate, speaking to Mother!"
Mrs. Clarke was not at all pleased to find her daughter awaiting her at Holly Cottage, though she had the good manners to conceal her feelings and speak politely to Miss Sherbourne; so she hustled Alison into the trap as speedily as possible.
"We"re late, Birdie. I couldn"t help it--I was delayed at the Sewing Meeting. But we must hurry home now. Here"s your shawl, and put this golf cape on. No, child; you must have it properly round you."
"I"m so hot!" panted poor Alison, dutifully submitting to the extra wraps.
"You"ll be cold enough driving. Have you tucked the rug thoroughly round your knees? Then say good-bye."
"Good-bye! Good-bye! I hadn"t half enough time," cried Alison, trying to wave a hand, in spite of the enc.u.mbrance of the golf cape. "I"d like to come again and----" But here her mother whipped up the pony so smartly that the rest of the sentence was lost in the grating of wheels.
"So that is Mrs. Clarke," said Aunt Barbara, as she entered the cottage again. "She looks nice, though I wish she had allowed Alison to stay for a few minutes longer. It"s a funny thing, but somehow her face seems so familiar to me. I wonder if I can possibly have met her before?"
"Have you seen her in Coleminster?" suggested Dorothy.
"No; the remembrance seems to be much farther back than that. I should say it was a long time ago."
"So it was--nearly fourteen years," volunteered Martha, who was laying the tea table. "I remembered her fast enough. I knew her the moment I set my eyes on her."
Martha had the privilege of long service, and was accustomed to speak her mind and offer advice to her mistress on many occasions. If she was blunt and abrupt in her manners, she was a very faithful soul, and her north-country brains were shrewd and keen. She was an authority in the little household on many points, and her remarks were never ignored.
"Why, Martha, I always say you"ve a better memory than I have," returned Miss Sherbourne. "Where did we know her, then?"
"We didn"t know her," said Martha, pausing and looking at Dorothy. "The bairn"s been told about it now, so I suppose I can speak before her?
Well, that lady in the trap to-day is the same one that came to the inn at Greenfield Junction, and was so upset at sight of the child."
"Are you sure, Martha?" exclaimed Miss Barbara.
"Certain; I never forget a face. I"d take my oath before a judge and jury."
"She did not remember us."
"Didn"t she? I wouldn"t swear to that. You"ve not changed so much but that anyone would recognize you. It"s my opinion she knew us both, and that was the reason she was in such a precious hurry to get away."
CHAPTER XI
Alison"s Uncle
Not very long after the events narrated in the last chapter, Alison entered the train one morning in quite a state of excitement, and could scarcely wait to greet Dorothy before she began to pour out her news.
"Mother had a letter yesterday by the afternoon post. It was from Uncle David, and he"s actually on his way home to England. He"s not going back to India at all; he wants to settle down near Latchworth. He"ll get here before Easter, and he"s coming straight to stay with us. Isn"t it lovely?"
"Are you fond of him?" enquired Dorothy.
"Oh, he"s just ripping! He"s so jolly, you know, always having jokes and fun with me. He"s the only uncle I possess, so of course I make the most of him; but he"s as good as a dozen."
"And I don"t possess even one," thought Dorothy. "Have you any cousins?"
she added aloud.
"Only seconds and thirds once removed. They"re so distant, I can scarcely count them as relations. My one first cousin died when she was a baby, and Aunt Madeleine died too--out in India--so poor Uncle David has been alone ever since. But he"s always fearfully busy; he goes about superintending railways and building bridges. He has a whole army of coolies under him sometimes, and they have to take the lines through jungles where there are tigers, and snakes, and things. He writes us the most tremendously interesting letters. Oh, I"m just longing to hear all his stories! When I can get him in the right mood and he starts, he yarns on for hours, and it"s so fascinating, I never want him to stop."
"So he is to stay at your house?"
"Rather! We"d be fearfully cross with him if he didn"t. He"s coming to us first, and then he and Mother and I are all going away somewhere for the Easter holidays. It will be such fun! I wish the time would fly quicker."
"It"s only a fortnight to the end of the term now," said Dorothy.
"I know, but a fortnight is fourteen days, my dear. Mother says Uncle David will probably arrive at the end of next week, though; she thinks he may come overland from Ma.r.s.eilles. She wants to arrange to go away on the Wednesday before Easter at latest. I don"t expect I shall come to school for the last day--perhaps not in the last week at all. Mother can"t bear travelling when the trains are crowded, so we may start on the Monday or Tuesday."
"What place are you going to?"
"I don"t know. We"re leaving that for Uncle David to decide."
It must be delightful, thought Dorothy, to have the antic.i.p.ation of such a pleasant holiday. Alison was much to be envied, not only for the possession of so desirable an uncle, but because he seemed disposed to spend his time in the company of his niece, and to entertain her with tales of adventure.
"I don"t suppose I shall see him," she said to herself. "They won"t ask me to Lindenlea; but I should like to hear some of the stories about India. Well, luck never comes my way. n.o.body"s going to take me away from home this Easter."
Sometimes when we are railing our hardest at Fate, and calling her by opprobrious names, she astonishes us by twisting round her mystic wheel and sending us an unwonted piece of good fortune. Dorothy had often bemoaned the fact that n.o.body ever asked her away; yet only a week afterwards she received an invitation, and that from a most unexpected quarter. She had always been rather a favourite with Dr. Longton, who had attended her in measles, bronchitis, and the few other ailments in which she had indulged; and also with Mrs. Longton, a kind-hearted, elderly lady, whose daughters were all married and living in Coleminster. On the Sat.u.r.day before Easter Mrs. Longton called on Miss Sherbourne, mentioned that she and the doctor were going to the Dales for a little holiday, and asked if Dorothy might be allowed to accompany them.
"We had arranged to take my niece," she explained, "but her mother is unwell, and she cannot leave home at present. We had engaged a bedroom for her at the Hydro., so we shall be delighted if Dorothy will occupy it instead. We are both fond of young people, and it will be a pleasure to have her with us. Would you care to come, my dear?"
Dorothy"s face was such a beaming advertis.e.m.e.nt of joy that her instant acquiescence seemed superfluous. Aunt Barbara readily agreed, and in a few minutes the whole plan was discussed and fixed.