Pitt walked home, half amused at himself that he should take so much pains about this little girl, at the same time very firmly resolved that nothing should hinder him. Perhaps his liking for her was deeper than he knew; it was certainly real; while his kindly and generous temper responded promptly to every appeal that her affection and confidence made upon him. Affection and confidence are very winning things, even if not given by a beautiful girl who will soon be a beautiful woman; but looking out from Esther"s innocent eyes, they went down into the bottom of young Dallas"s heart. And besides, his nature was not only kind and n.o.ble; it was obstinate. Opposition, to him, in a thing he thought good to pursue, was like blows of a hammer on a nail; drove the purpose farther in.
So he made himself, it is true, very pleasant indeed to his parents at home, that night and the next morning; but then he went with Esther after cedar and hemlock branches. It may be asked, what opposition had he hitherto found to his intercourse with the colonel"s daughter? And it must be answered, none. Nevertheless, Pitt felt it in the air, and it had the effect on him that the north wind and cold are said to have upon timber.
It was a day of days for Esther. First the delightful roving walk, and cutting the greens, which were bestowed in a cart that attended them; then the wonderful novelty of dressing the house. Esther had never seen anything of the kind before, which did not hinder her, however, from giving very good help. The hall, the sitting-room, the drawing-room, and even Pitt"s particular, out-of-the-way work-room, all were wreathed and adorned and dressed up, each after its manner. For Pitt would not have one place a repet.i.tion of another. The bright berries of the winterberry and bittersweet were mingled with the dark shade of the evergreens in many ingenious ways; but the crowning triumph of art, perhaps, to Esther"s eyes, was a motto in green letters, picked out with brilliant partridge berries, over the end of the sitting-room,--"Peace on earth." Esther stood in delighted admiration before it, also pondering.
"Pitt," she said at last, "those partridge berries ought not to be in it."
"Why not?" said Pitt, in astonishment. "I think they set it off capitally."
"Oh, so they do. I didn"t mean that. They are beautiful, very. But you know what you said about them."
"What did I say?"
"You said they were poison."
"Poison! What then, Queen Esther? they won"t hurt anybody up there. No partridge will get at them."
"Oh no, it isn"t that, Pitt; but I was thinking--Poison shouldn"t be in that message of the angels."
Pitt"s face lighted up.
"Queen Esther," said he solemnly, "are you going to be _that_ sort of person?"
"What sort of person?"
"One of those whose spirits are attuned to finer issues than their neighbours? They are the stuff that poets are made of. You are not a poet, are you?"
"No, indeed!" said Esther, laughing.
"Don"t! I think it must be uncomfortable to have to do with a poet. You may notice, that in nature the dwellers on the earth have nothing to do with the dwellers in the air."
"Except to be food for them," said Esther.
"Ah! Well,--leaving that,--I should never have thought about the partridge berries in that motto, and my mother would never have thought of it. For all that, you are right. What shall we do? take "em down?"
"Oh, no, they look so pretty. And besides, I suppose, Pitt, by and by, poison itself will turn to peace."
"What?" said Pitt. "What is that? What can you mean, Queen Esther?"
"Only," said Esther a little doubtfully, "I was thinking. You know, when the time comes there will be nothing to hurt or destroy in all the earth; the wild beasts will not be wild, and so I suppose poison will not be poison."
"The wild beasts will not be wild? What _will_ they be, then?"
"Tame."
"Where did you get that idea?"
"It is in the Bible. It is not an idea."
"Are you sure?"
"Certainly. Mamma used to read it to me and tell me about it."
"Well, you shall show _me_ the place some time. How do you like it, mother?"
This question being addressed to Mrs. Dallas, who appeared in the doorway. She gave great approval.
"Do you like the effect of the partridge berries?" Pitt asked.
"It is excellent, I think. They brighten it up finely."
"What would you say if you knew they were poison?"
"That would not make any difference. They do no hurt unless you swallow them, I suppose."
"Esther finds in them an emblem of the time when the message of peace shall have neutralized all the hurtful things in the world, and made them harmless."
Mrs. Dallas"s eye fell coldly upon Esther. "I do not think the Church knows of any such time," she answered, as she turned away. Pitt whistled for some time thereafter in silence.
The decorations were finished, and most lovely to Esther"s eyes; then, when they were all done, she went home to tea. For getting the greens and putting them up had taken both the morning and the afternoon to accomplish. She went home gaily, with a brisk step and a merry heart, at the same time thinking busily.
Home, in its dull uniformity and stillness, was a contrast after the stir and freshness and prettiness of life in the Dallases"s house. It struck Esther rather painfully. The room where she and her father took their supper was pleasant and homely indeed; a bright fire burned on the hearth, or in the grate, rather, and a bright lamp shone on the table; Barker had brought in the tea urn, and the business of preparing tea for her father was one that Esther always liked. But, nevertheless, the place approached too nearly a picture of still life. The urn hissed and bubbled, a comfortable sound; and now and then there was a falling coal or a jet of gas flame in the fire; but I think these things perhaps made the stillness more intense and more noticeable. The colonel sat on his sofa, breaking dry toast into his tea and thoughtfully swallowing it; he said nothing, unless to demand another cup; and Esther, though she had a healthy young appet.i.te, could not quite stay the mental longing with the material supply. Besides, she was pondering something curiously.
"Papa," she said at last, "are you busy? May I ask you something?"
"Yes, my dear. What is it?"
"Papa, what is Christmas?"
The colonel looked up.
"What is Christmas?" he repeated. "It is nothing, Esther; nothing at all. A name--nothing more."
"Then, why do people think so much of Christmas?"
"They do not. Sensible people do not think anything of it. Christmas is nothing to me."
"But, papa, why then does anybody make much of it? Mrs. Dallas has her house all dressed up with greens."
"You had better keep away from Mrs. Dallas"s."
"But it looks so pretty, papa! Is there any harm in it?"
"Harm in what?"
"Dressing the house so? It is all hemlock wreaths, and cedar branches, and bright red berries here and there; and Pitt has put them up so beautifully! You can"t think how pretty it all is. Is there any harm in that, papa?"
"Decidedly; in my judgment."