All the guests were now summoned to tea, which was set out on little tables under the trees, and showed a tempting display of cakes and strawberries and cream, while attentive servants bustled about with cups and plates. Much against her inclinations, Peggy found herself sitting side by side with Phyllis Norton. Bobby was a long way off, among a jolly set of boys, whose shouts of laughter Peggy listened to with wistful ears, and her small partners had been borne away by an elder sister. Phyllis sat for some time stealing glances at Peggy from under her lashes.
"I believe we pa.s.sed you this afternoon, coming here," she remarked at last. "Weren"t you driving that queer little pony-cart?"
"Yes; your coachman nearly ran over us. I don"t think he"s a very good driver," replied Peggy.
"Oh, Wilkins always takes the middle of the road, and makes everyone else get out of the way," said Phyllis calmly. "Do you live at this side of Warford? I don"t remember seeing you before."
"We live at Gorswen Abbey," answered Peggy.
"Oh, I know; that old farmhouse by the river. We"ve often pa.s.sed it on our way to Wyngates. Why, you"re quite in the country! Do you go to school, or have you a governess?"
"I go to Warford High School. We drive in every day."
"To the _High_ School!" said Phyllis, with uplifted eyebrows. "Well, I suppose it"s all right for farmer"s daughters. Marjorie and I go to a London boarding school."
Peggy was furious. If she could only have thought of a suitable retort, she would have said something stinging; but usually our smartest remarks occur to us when the occasion has long pa.s.sed by, and perhaps it is all the better, for we are saved from bitter words, which, once spoken, are not easily forgotten by the hearers, however keenly we may regret them ourselves. As it was, she could only walk away with what dignity she could summon; for tea was over, the boys were rushing back to cricket, and the girls collecting in little groups to arrange tennis sets.
"Come and look round the garden, Peggy," said Maud, at last taking some notice of her friend. "We"ve scarcely seen anything of you all the afternoon!"
Peggy forebore to remark that it was not her fault, and, cheering up a little, she joined the select circle whom Maud was conducting through the greenhouses and conservatories. The Middletons had a fine collection of orchids and rare plants, which were much admired by the young visitors, though simple Peggy could not help thinking they were not half so pretty as the roses and lilies in the old garden at home, and certainly the grand Scotch gardener was not nearly so nice as David or Joe, for he seemed quite to resent their presence and followed them about grimly, for fear they should disturb anything, or pluck any of the fruit or flowers.
"We"re going to London next week," drawled Maud, in her most grown-up manner. "We"ve taken a house in Mayfair. Mother always likes to go up for a while during the season. We"ve so many friends, don"t you know. I expect we shall have a lovely time. We drive in the Park every day, and father has promised to take us to "Lohengrin." Have you seen it, Linda?"
Linda had not seen it, but she had been to other operas, and was only too pleased to air her knowledge, so the conversation turned upon plays and actors, and Peggy, who had never been inside a theatre in her life, could only stand and listen. She felt so shy and stupid, and so apart from the other girls, that she began to wish heartily that she had never come, and long for the hour when it would be time to go home, and even to wonder how she could ever have thought she liked Maud so much--"though she was quite different to this at the dancing-lessons,"
she reflected.
A welcome diversion came outside, however, in the shape of a beautiful white Persian kitten, who submitted to pettings with gracious condescension, arching her back and purring loudly.
"I"ll fetch Carlo," said Maud, who was genuinely fond of her pets, and liked to show them to an appreciative audience.
And she returned in a moment, leading a fine St. Bernard by the collar.
But Carlo"s mistress had not calculated upon his love of sport, for no sooner did the naughty dog see the white kitten than he simply went for it, and puss only saved her life by springing up a yew-tree close by.
The poor little creature was so terrified that she leaped from bough to bough, till suddenly losing her foothold, she fell with a crash, and hung suspended by her neck in the fork of a branch.
"Oh, look at her! She"ll be hanged! Whatever shall I do?" shrieked Maud, wringing her hands helplessly in an agony of alarm.
"Call the gardener, or somebody," suggested Linda.
But an animal in trouble was a sight which flung Peggy"s shyness to the winds, and she sprang like a knight-errant to the rescue. She was up the yew-tree in two leaps and a bound, and by crawling along an overhanging bough, clinging to a branch, and making a long arm, she managed to seize puss by the scruff of her neck, and release her from her dangerous position.
"Oh, thank you!" said Maud, as Peggy came down from the tree, with grazed hands and rumpled frock. "You"re really too good! Withers might have fetched her with a ladder. Look how you"ve torn your dress!"
"Never mind my dress. She"d have been dead if I"d waited another moment," remarked Peggy dryly, feeling rather snubbed; for several of the girls were smiling, as if they thought she had been a little too enthusiastic.
"Well done!" cried a voice from the background, and a tall, brown-bearded man, who had been a silent spectator of the whole scene, came forward to join the group.
"Mr. Neville!" exclaimed Maud. "Where did you spring from?"
"Only arrived ten minutes ago, just in time to witness a most gallant act. Please introduce me to the heroine, who, I think, is a true friend in need. What, Miss Peggy Vaughan? Any relation to the Vaughans of Gorswen Abbey? Then, my dear, I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, for I knew your father long ago, and your grandfather too."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "MAKING A LONG ARM, SHE MANAGED TO SEIZE PUSS BY THE SCRUFF OF HER NECK."]
Peggy liked her new friend at once; his twinkling blue eyes, his bronzed face, his jovial voice, and rather unconventional dress, seemed to mark him as distinct and different to other people. His arrival seemed to alter the whole atmosphere. Maud"s supercilious manner slipped away from her like magic, and she became once more the pleasant Maud of the dancing-cla.s.s, and her friends, feeling the change, soon left off trying to be poor little imitations of grown-up people, and began at last to enjoy themselves; for true enjoyment does not consist in showing off, but in being our simple, natural selves, if people would only believe it.
"Now then, what are you all doing?" cried Mr. Neville. "The boys playing cricket by themselves, and the girls mooning about, keeping their frocks nice? Scandalous! Come along, all of you, and we"ll get up some mixed sports. I stopped in the town, and filled my pockets with prizes, when I heard you were having a party. I am sure a young lady who can climb a tree looks capable of doing a high jump!"
After that the rest of the afternoon simply flew. Mr. Neville was a capital organizer, and had such a delightful way with children that they all made friends with him in five minutes. He impounded the grown-ups in the sports, and his jolly, hearty good spirits seemed so infectious that almost before they realized what they were doing, elegant ladies were holding up skipping-ropes, and smart young gentlemen flung off their coats, and forgot their high collars in the enthusiasm of the contests.
Even Phyllis Norton was shrieking in a potato-race, and only laughed when she fell and soiled her immaculate lace frock.
As for Peggy, she was quite in her element. Long jumps, high jumps, handicaps, sack-races, three-legged races--she was ready to compete in all, and, to her delight, won several prizes, while Bobby, too, gained his share of laurels.
The unfashionable muslin dress, with its long rent, was forgotten, and several people asked who that charming little girl was, with the sweet gray eyes and the pretty hair, who could run so splendidly.
"Vaughan? I remember a Vaughan up at Brazenose in my first year at Oxford. A fine-looking fellow he was, too!" said a heavily-moustached officer, regarding Peggy with a critical eye.
"Her father, no doubt. They"re a very old family--quite one of the county, in fact," said Mrs. Middleton, gushing over her small guest, now she found she was a success.
Maud hugged Peggy when she said good-bye in quite her old affectionate manner, and Muriel remembered to send her love to Lilian, and say she was sorry for her absence, a fact she had scarcely seemed to notice before.
As for Mr. Neville, Peggy confided to Aunt Helen, when she got home, that she liked him the best of any gentleman she had ever seen, next to Father.
"He"s been out in India for ten years, Auntie--that"s where he knew the Middletons--but he says he lived in England once, and used to come to Gorswen when grandfather was alive. Do you remember him?"
"I think I do," replied Aunt Helen shortly, with a flush on the cheek that was still so smooth and pretty.
"Then don"t you think," persisted Peggy, "that he is _quite_ the nicest man you"ve ever met?"
"Go to bed, children," said Aunt Helen. "Here"s Bobby so sleepy he can scarcely keep his eyes open. You shall tell me all about the party to-morrow."
CHAPTER VIII
THE HOLIDAYS
"A little work, a little play, To keep us going--and so, good-day!"
"No more Latin, no more Greek, no more cane to make me squeak!" sang Bobby on the fifteenth of July, springing out of the pony-trap before Pixie had stopped, and taking a flying leap over the pump-trough in the exuberance of his spirits.
"School is over, hooray!" shouted Peggy, banging down her books on the mounting-block, and waltzing into the kitchen, where Aunt Helen and Nancy were busy making jam. "Don"t you hear, Auntie? We"ve broken up for eight weeks! Isn"t it glorious?"
"I hear fast enough; but I"m afraid it will be a doubtful pleasure for Nancy and me if you are all going mad like this. My dear child, don"t you think you might choose a less juicy seat than a tray full of raspberries?"
Peggy jumped up in a hurry.