"_Si, signorita_," replied the man.
Her frown disappeared. It was certainly very nice to be addressed by so high-sounding a t.i.tle. She wished she could get Delia to call her _signorita_. But no; she felt sure that Delia never would.
"Pshaw! It"s only a joke!" said Larry, after a moment. "Somebody thinks this is April-fool Day, I guess."
"Have patience for a leetle minute, please," said the man, as he cast away the packing bit by bit. The children watched him with eager interest. By and by he took out a little bunch of lilies of the valley, which he handed to Abby with a low bow. Next he came to something shrouded in fold after fold of tissue-paper.
"And here is the fairest lily of them all," he said, in his poetic Italian fashion.
"What can it be, mother?" asked the little girl, wonderingly.
Mrs. Clayton smiled. "It is from Sartoris", the fine art store where you saw the beautiful pictures last week; that is all I know about it,"
she replied.
The man carefully placed the mysterious object on the table.
"It is some kind of a vase or an image," declared Larry.
"Why, so it is!" echoed Abby.
In another moment the tissue veil was torn aside, and there stood revealed a beautiful statue of the Blessed Virgin.
"Oh!" exclaimed Larry, in delight.
"How lovely!" added his sister.
The image was about two feet high, and of spotless Parian, which well symbolized the angelic purity it was intended to portray. To many, perhaps, it might appear simply a specimen of modeling, but little better than the average. However, those who looked on it with the eyes of faith saw before them, not so much the work itself, as the ideal of the artist.
The graceful figure or Our Lady at once suggested the ethereal and celestial. The long mantle, which fell in folds to her feet, signified her modesty and motherly protection; the meekly folded hands were a silent exhortation to humility and prayer; the tender, spiritual face invited confidence and love; the crown upon her brow proclaimed her sovereignty above all creatures and her incomparable dignity as Mother of G.o.d.
"And is this beautiful statue really ours--just Larry"s and mine?"
asked Abby.
"So the messenger says," returned Mrs. Clayton.
"Who could have sent it, I wonder?" inquired Larry.
The Italian pointed to the card attached to the basket. Abby took it off and read:
"To my little friends, Abby and Larry Clayton, with the hope that, especially during this month, they will try every day to do some little thing to honor our Blessed Mother.
"FATHER DOMINIC."
"From Father Dominic!" exclaimed the boy, in delight.
"How very good of him!" added Abby, gratefully.
Father Dominic--generally so called because his musical Italian surname was a stumbling-block to our unwieldy English speech--was a particular friend of Mr. and Mrs. Clayton, who appreciated his culture and refinement, and admired his n.o.ble character and devotion to his priestly duties. He was an occasional visitor at their house, and took a great interest in the children.
"How nice of him to send us something we shall always have!" Abby ran on. "Now I can give the tiny image in my room to some one who hasn"t any."
"May we make an altar for our statue, mother?" asked Larry.
Although as a rule a lively, rollicking boy, when it came to anything connected with his prayers, he was unaffectedly and almost comically solemn about it.
"Yes," responded Mrs. Clayton. "And I think it would be a good plan also to frame the card and hang it on the front of the altar, so that you may not forget Father Dominic"s words: "Try every day to do some little thing to honor our Blessed Mother.""
II.
"O mother!" cried Abby, the day after the arrival of the unique May-basket from Father Dominic, "now that we have such a lovely statue of the Blessed Virgin, don"t you think we ought to make a regular altary."
"A what!" exclaimed Mrs. Clayton, at a loss to understand what her little daughter could possibly mean. "I told you that you might have an altar, dear. And you may arrange it whenever you please."
"No, but an altary," persisted Abby. "The Tyrrells have an altary in their house, and I wish we could have one too. Why, you must know what it is, mother,--just a little room fitted up like a chapel; and the family say their prayers there night and morning, and at other times if they wish."
"Oh, an oratory!" observed Mrs. Clayton, trying to repress a smile.
"Perhaps that _is_ the name," admitted Abby, a trifle disconcerted.
"Anyhow, can"t we have one?"
"Well--yes," said her mother, after a few moments" reflection. "The small room next to the parlor might be arranged for that purpose."
"That would make a beautiful al--chapel!" exclaimed Abby. She did not venture to attempt the long word again.
"I think I could get enough out of the carpet that was formerly on the parlor to cover the floor," mused Mrs. Clayton aloud. "The square table, draped with muslin and lace, would make a pretty altar. Then, with the pictures of the Sacred Heart and the Bouguereau Madonna to hang on the walls, and my _prie-dieu_--yes, Abby, I think we can manage it."
"Oh, how splendid!" cried the little girl. "When shall we begin to get it ready?"
"Perhaps to-morrow," answered her mother; "but I can not promise to have the preparations completed at once. It will take some time to plan the carpet and have it put down."
Abby was not only satisfied, but delighted. She told Larry the minute he came into the house. He had been over to the pond with his boat again.
"That will be grand!" said he. "When you get everything fixed, I"ll bring you the little vase I got for Christmas, and my prayer-book, and--oh, yes, my rosary, to put on the altar. And, then," he went on, quite seriously, "there"s my catechism, and the little chalk angel, and--"
"The little chalk angel!" repeated Abby, scornfully. "Why, that has lost its head!"
"But it"s a little chalk angel all the same," argued Larry. "And if I find the head, it can be glued on."
"Oh--well; we don"t want any trash like that on our altar!" rejoined his sister. "And the books and rosary can be kept on the shelf in the corner. It would be nice to have the vase, though."
Larry, who at first had been rather offended that his offerings were not appreciated, brightened up when he found he could at least furnish something to adorn the shrine.
The following day was Sat.u.r.day. There was, of course, no school, and Abby was free to help her mother to get the little room in order. She was impatient to begin. But alas for her plans! About nine o"clock in the morning Mrs. Clayton suddenly received word that grandma was not feeling well, and she at once prepared to visit the dear old lady.
"I may be away the greater part of the day, Delia," she said, as she tied the strings of her bonnet; "but I have given you all necessary directions, I think,--Larry, do not go off with any of the boys, but you may play in the park as usual.--And, Abby, be sure that you do not keep Miss Remick waiting when she comes to give you your music lesson."