"Why should I be, my Janet? You have done nothing wrong that I know of.
If there is any blame it attaches to Miss Adair, not to you."
"But I do not want you to think so, father. Miss Adair is the greatest friend that I have in all the world."
And she found a good many opportunities of repeating; this conviction of hers during the next few days, for Mrs. Colwyn and Nora were not slow to repeat the sentiment with which they had greeted her--that the Adairs were "stuck-up" fine people, and that they did not mean to take any further notice of her now that they had got what they desired.
Janetta stood up gallantly for her friend, but she did feel it a little hard that Margaret had not written or come to see her since her return home. She conjectured--and in the conjecture she was nearly right--that Lady Caroline had sacrificed her a little in order to smooth over things with her daughter: that she had represented Janetta as resolved upon going, resolved upon neglecting Margaret and not complying with her requests; and that Margaret was a little offended with her in consequence. She wrote an affectionate note of excuse to her friend, but Margaret made no reply.
In the first ardor of a youthful friendship, Janetta"s heart ached over this silence, and she meditated much as she lay nights upon her little white bed in Nora"s attic (for she had not time to meditate during the day) upon the smoothness of life which seemed necessary to the Adairs and the means they took for securing it. On the whole, their life seemed to her too artificial, too much like the life of delicate hot-house flowers under gla.s.s; and she came to the conclusion that she preferred her own mode of existence--troublous and hurried and common as it might seem in the eyes of the world to be. After all, was it not pleasant to know that while she was at home, there was a little more comfort than usual for her over-worked, hardly-driven, careworn father; she could see that his meals were properly cooked and served when he came in from long and weary expeditions into the country or amongst the poor of Beaminster; she could help Joey and Georgie in the evenings with their respective lessons; she could teach and care for the younger children all day long. To her stepmother she did not feel that she was very useful; but she could at any rate make new caps for her, new lace fichus and bows, which caused Mrs. Colwyn occasionally to remark with some complacency that Janetta had been quite _wasted_ at Miss Polehampton"s school: her proper destiny was evidently to be a milliner.
Nora was the one person of the family who did not seem to want Janetta"s help. Indirectly, however, the elder sister was more useful to her than she knew; for the two went out together and were companions. Hitherto Nora had walked alone, and had made one or two undesirable girl acquaintances. But these were dropped when she had Janetta to talk to, dropped quietly, without a word, much to their indignation, and without Janetta"s knowing of their existence.
It became a common thing for the two girls to go out together in the long summer evenings, when the work of the day was over, and stroll along the country roads, or venture into the cool shadow of the Beaminster woods. Sometimes the children went with them: sometimes Janetta and Nora went alone. And it was when they were alone one evening that a somewhat unexpected incident came to pa.s.s.
The Beaminster woods ran for some distance in a northerly direction beyond Beaminster, and there was a point where only a wire fence divided them from the grounds of Brand Hall. Near this fence Janetta and her sister found themselves one evening--not that they had purposed to reach the boundary, but that they had strayed a little from the beaten path.
As they neared the fence they looked at each other and laughed.
"I did not know that we were so near the lordly dwelling of your relations!" said Nora, who loved to tease, and knew that she could always rouse Janetta"s indignation by a reference to her "fine friends."
"I did not know either," returned Janetta, good-humoredly. "We can see the house a little. Look at the great red chimneys."
"I have been over it," said Nora, contemptuously. "It"s a poor little place, after all--saving your presence, Netta! I wonder if the Brands mean to acknowledge your existence? They----"
She stopped short, for her foot had caught on something, and she nearly stumbled. Janetta stopped also, and the two sisters uttered a sudden cry of surprise. For what Nora had stumbled over was a wooden horse--a child"s broken toy--and deep in the bracken before them, with one hand beneath his flushed and dimpled cheek, there lay the loveliest of all objects--a sleeping child.
CHAPTER VII.
NORA"S NEW ACQUAINTANCE.
"He must have lost his way," said Janetta, bending over him. "Poor little fellow!"
"He"s a pretty little boy," said Nora, carelessly. "His nurse or his mother or somebody will be near, I dare say--perhaps gone up to the house. Shall I look about?"
"Wait a minute--he is awake--he will tell us who he is."
The child, roused by the sound of voices, turned a little, stretched himself, then opened his great dark eyes, and fixed them full on Janetta"s face. What he saw there must have rea.s.sured him, for a dreamy smile came to his lips, and he stretched out his little hands to her.
"You darling!" cried Janetta. "Where did you come from, dear? What is your name?"
The boy raised himself and looked about him. He looked about five years old, and was a remarkably fine and handsome child. It was in perfectly clear and distinct English--almost free from any trace of baby dialect--that he replied--
"Mammy brought me. She said I should find my father here. I don"t want my father," he remarked, decidedly.
"Who is your father? What is your name?" Nora asked.
"My name is Julian Wyvis Brand," said the little fellow, st.u.r.dily; "and I want to know where my father lives, if you please, "cause it"ll soon be my bed-time, and I"m getting very hungry."
Janetta and her sister exchanged glances.
"Is your father"s name Wyvis Brand, too?" asked Janetta.
"Yes, same as mine," said the boy, nodding. He stood erect now, and she noticed that his clothes, originally of fashionable cut and costly material, were torn and stained and shabby. He had a little bundle beside him, tied up in a gaudy shawl; and the broken toy-horse seemed to have fallen out of it.
"But where is your mother?"
"Mammy"s gone away. She told me to go and find my father at the big red house there. I did go once; but they thought I was a beggar, and they sent me away. I don"t know what to do, I don"t. I wish mammy would come."
"Will she come soon?"
"She said no. Never, never, never. She"s gone over the sea again," said the boy, with the abstracted, meditative look which children sometimes a.s.sume when they are concocting a romance, and which Janetta was quick to remark. "I think she"s gone right off to America or London. But she said that I was to tell my father that she would never come back."
"What are we to do?" said Nora, in an under tone.
"We must take him to Brand Hall," Janetta answered, "and ask to see either Mrs. Brand or Mr. Wyvis Brand."
"Won"t it be rather dreadful?"
Janetta turned hastily on her sister. "Yes," she said, with decision, "it is very awkward, indeed, and it may be much better that you should not be mixed up in the matter at all. You must stay here while I go up to the house."
"But, Janetta, wouldn"t you rather have some one with you?"
"I think it will be easier alone," Janetta answered. "You see, I have seen Mrs. Brand and her son already, and I feel as if I knew what they would be like. Wait for me here: I daresay I shall not be ten minutes.
Come, dear, will you go with me to see if we can find your father?"
"Yes," said the boy, promptly putting his hand in hers.
"Are these your things in the bundle?"
"Yes; mammy put them there. There"s my Sunday suit, and my book of "Jack, the Giantkiller," you know. And my wooden horse; but it"s broke.
Will you carry the horse for me?--and I"ll carry the bundle."
"Isn"t it too heavy for you?"
"Not a bit," and the little fellow grasped it by both bands, and swung it about triumphantly.
"Come along, then," said Janetta, with a smile. "Wait for me here, Nora, dear: I shall then find you easily when I come back."
She marched off, the boy stumping after her with his burden. Nora noticed that after a few minutes" walk her sister gently relieved him of the load and carried it herself.
"Just like Janetta," she soliloquized, as the two figures disappeared behind a clump of tall trees; "she was afraid of spoiling the moral if she did not let him _try_ at least to carry the bundle. She always is afraid of spoiling the moral: I never knew such a conscientious person in my life. I am sure, as mamma says, she sets an excellent example."
And then Nora balanced herself on the loose wire of the fence, which made an excellent swing, and poising herself upon it she took off her hat, and resigned herself to waiting for Janetta"s return. Naturally, perhaps, her meditations turned upon Janetta"s character.
"I wish I were like her," she said to herself. "Wherever she is she seems to find work to do, and makes herself necessary and useful. Now, I am of no use to anybody. I don"t think I was ever meant to be of use. I was meant to be ornamental!" She struck the wire with the point of her little shoe, and looked at it regretfully. "I have no talent, mamma says. I can look nice, I believe, and that is all. If I were Margaret Adair I am sure I should be very much admired! But being only Nora Colwyn, the doctor"s daughter, I must mend socks and make puddings, and eat cold mutton and wear old frocks to the end of the chapter! What a mercy I am taller than Janetta! My old dresses are cut down for her, but she can"t leave me _her_ cast-off ones. That little wretch, Georgie, will soon be as tall as I am, I believe. Thank goodness, she will never be as pretty." And Miss Nora, who was really excessively vain, drew out of her pocket a small looking-gla.s.s, and began studying her features as therein reflected: first her eyes, when she pulled out her eyelashes and stroked her eyebrows; then her nose, which she pinched a little to make longer; then her mouth, of which she bit the lips in order to increase the color and judge of the effect. Then she took some geranium petals from the flowers in her belt and rubbed them on her cheeks: the red stain became her mightily, she thought, and was almost as good as rouge.