And so the dinner proceeded, though Mabel would much rather have gone without, had she been permitted. All at once a thought struck her, and she exclaimed: "I"ll tell you where I think he is, aunt; where we once found him before!" and Mabel rose up and went to the window which looked on the side of the house where there was a large dog-kennel, and over it a wooden shed with a window in it, to which shed access was gained by a ladder. "Yes!" exclaimed Mabel, "I see the key is in the door where the apples are kept. We once found Fred there asleep on the straw; perhaps he is there now!" and the anxious girl was making her way out of the room, when a loud scream brought her back to the window, from which she beheld Freddy with his foot caught in the top step of the ladder, and his head ignominiously resting on the hard step.
Mabel was off in an instant, but quick as she was, cook was there before her, and Fred had been turned right side upwards, and his blubbered face wiped with that towel of all work, Susan"s ap.r.o.n; while his forehead presented a lump sufficiently large to account for the explosion they had been treated to.
No doubt it had been Master Freddy"s intentions, when he went into this hiding-place, to remain there all day, until Aunt Mary should take her leave; he did not know of her intention to remain at Camden Terrace until his papa came home, or perhaps he might have hit upon some other expedient. His idea was, that they would all be so frightened at having lost him, that when he did make his appearance, he would be received joyfully.
Whether it was that the sound of the dinner-bell had created a sensation of hunger not to be resisted, or the savoury smell of the nicely cooked viands had stimulated the stomach to rebellion, we cannot say; but Freddy roused himself from his rec.u.mbent position, and, as we have seen, came (very unintentionally) head foremost down the steps.
Alas, there is no one to sympathise with him in his self-made trouble, Aunt Mary won"t permit it; and Master Frederick Ellis has to dine in the kitchen, a most humiliating necessity which would not have been submitted to, but for the inward cravings which would not be resisted.
It was with the greatest satisfaction that Mr. Ellis, when he came home, heard of the kind proposal of his sister-in-law to take Freddy home with her; he said that he could never sufficiently thank her for the good she had done to Mabel, but he feared that Freddy would prove a more troublesome inmate to Oak Villa than ever she had been. Aunt Mary declared, however, to the great astonishment of Freddy, who was in the room at the time, that Oak Villa would not hold naughty people, whether they were men, women, or children; and that as soon as Fred had slept there one night, he would find himself quite another boy, and be ready to do anything that he was desired. Fred heard all this with "wonder-working eyes;" we don"t know whether he really believed it. But as he trudged silently along by his aunt"s side, with the little basket in one hand, and her hand clasping his other, he thought what a strange place Oak Villa must be to make people good, whether they liked it or not.
Mr. Ellis wished very much to accompany his sister home, but she would not permit this.
"How can you think that I want a protector when I have Fred with me, papa?" she inquired. "I know very well," she added, "that we shall soon be the best friends in the world; and Freddy will take all the trouble off my hands of feeding cousin Clara"s chickens while she is away."
I should have stated that Clara had gone on a short visit to her mamma.
The reference to the chickens was an excellent stroke of policy of aunt"s; she felt the small hand, which she held, tighten in hers, and an inward feeling of satisfaction came over her spirit, as she said within herself, "Love is a constraining power."
CHAPTER XXI.
THE NEW INMATE OF OAK VILLA.
And now a new sort of life began, both at Oak Villa, and at Camden Terrace.
Mabel had promised her aunt (and she meant faithfully to fulfil that promise) to give what portion of the time she could spare from her attendance on mamma, to the lessons of her sister Julia, who was now far behind Mabel, and sadly needed a preceptress.
Well and amicably the two girls worked together; though there were trials of temper at times, when Julia did not seem to make such progress as her youthful instructress had antic.i.p.ated. This, however, was only a trifling matter; there was peace in the house, and papa came home, not to be burdened with complaints, by domestic irregularities, but to be solaced by the loving attentions of his two girls, and amused by the sententious sayings of little prudish Gertrude, or the high spirits and happy gleefulness of Willie.
It was also a source of great comfort to him to know that Fred was in such good keeping; he could not doubt this, when he had practical proof before him daily, in the change that had been wrought in his eldest daughter. But how do they get on at Oak Villa, I wonder?
Admirably, I must say, considering that this is Aunt Mary"s first attempt at taming an embryo lord of the creation. Is she very severe? By no means! Fred finds, to his great surprise, that "this nasty old thing"
works by love! and he is positively so full of employment and enjoyment, that he has no time to think of himself or to give way to evil temper. It must be owned (for there was no miracle in the case) that kind Aunt Mary had determined to give up this week, while Clara was away, to the instruction, amus.e.m.e.nt, and management of the Camden Terrace rebel; and though no outward sign betrayed the good lady"s inward trials, it really was a week of trial to her. But she had succeeded to a wonder, so far as outward appearance testified, and worthy Bridget, who, by her good-nature helped on the reformation, declared herself astonished to find Master Freddy such a different boy to what she expected.
And so the weeks pa.s.sed by. Fred still lived on at Oak Villa, a happy and a loving inmate. Clara had come home, and contributed not a little to Fred"s enjoyment; they went out together to see all the poor people, and particularly the Simmons family, who were getting on very well, now that the father was recovered. Fred had a wheelbarrow and a nice box that Simmons had made him, and Clara and he worked away famously in the garden, weeding, or planting, or picking up stones. Aunt Mary says, "This is what we have been trying to do for you, dear Freddy. Weeding out the naughty bitter weeds, putting in seeds that we hope will spring up, and grow to be beautiful flowers, and picking up the stones, that the soil may look smooth, and show that it is well taken care of."
We must not forget the visits paid to dear mamma, twice a week, when that good lady was moved, even to tears, to see the great change, both in appearance and manner, that had taken place in her beloved child. She was much better, and the doctor thought that change of air would be the very best thing to restore her to health; but there were many things to be considered in the carrying out of such a proposal. Time may do wonders, but that time had not yet come; and we have travelled on a little too fast, I think, so we will go back to the first morning of Master Freddy"s advent at Oak Villa. The first bell had rung, but Bridget was not satisfied to let the little boy"s getting up depend on that, so she went and knocked at his door, and then peeped in.
"Why, bless me, Master Fred, are you not up yet?" exclaimed the good woman in pretended surprise. "Why, the sun has been up a long time, and the birds are a-singing; and the fowls I know are wanting their breakfast, so I hope you will not keep them waiting very long. You must wash yourself well, and dress yourself nicely, and brush your hair, for I know your aunt can"t abide to see slovenly children."
After these instructions, Bridget made her exit; and Fred, the tiresome Fred, who when at home would only get up when he thought proper, jumped out of bed, put on his socks and shoes, performed his ablutions, and finished his dressing in a most satisfactory manner. Then he went down, and joined his aunt in the breakfast-room.
"Well, my dear Fred," said the kind lady, taking her nephew by the hand and kissing him, "I hope you are no worse for your fall yesterday, and that you have had a good night"s rest?"
"Oh, I slept so well, aunt. It is such a nice little bed, I like it so much!"
"And have you, my child," said his aunt, "thanked the good G.o.d who gave you sleep, and rest, and kind friends?"
"I haven"t said my prayers, aunt," replied Freddy; "I don"t always say them."
"But you always wish to have kind friends, and a nice bed, and peaceful sleep, don"t you, dear Fred?" said Aunt Mary.
"Yes, aunt, I do," replied the boy.
"And don"t you think you ought to be thankful when you have them?" was the next question.
Freddy hung down his head, but he whispered "Yes."
"Well, go then, my dear, and thank your heavenly Father for His goodness, and ask Him to bless you, and keep you from all evil to-day."
And Freddy went back to his room, and knelt beside his little bed, and repeated the same prayer that he had said so many times before, without thinking even of what he was saying; but this time he did think.
After breakfast Fred went to feed the fowls, though this ought to have been done before; but this was a beginning, so it did not much matter.
At ten o"clock he was called to his books, and Aunt Mary expected a trial, for Freddy had never been at school, and his teaching at home had been only such as he chose to receive from his mamma or his sisters, when he happened to be in the humour. Yet he was naturally a quick child, and but for temper, his aunt did not at all contemplate any difficulty; indeed, she had no reason to do so, with her method of teaching. She was never harsh, but she was strict in discipline. She knew, that to make children happy, it was not at all necessary that they should have their own way, though she never contradicted them without occasion. She, in short, treated them as reasonable creatures, as loving creatures, who required love to draw them out; and she had seen, and felt, the happy results of this treatment. After the first week there was no more trouble about lessons; and with the a.s.sistance of Bridget and Clara, who were both now really fond of the boy, and did many little things to contribute to his pleasure, Aunt Mary found that she need no longer have any dread of having taken into her happy domicile an inmate, who would destroy its. .h.i.therto peaceful character; and Fred never once expressed a wish to go and live at home again.
CHAPTER XXII.
THE OAK AND THE LAUREL UNITED.
More than four months had elapsed since Mabel had left Oak Villa to attend to her mamma, and Freddy had found a happy and delightful home in that very desirable locality. The days were shortening now, and the splendid autumn sunsets threw their gorgeous colouring over the trees, that had already put on their russet mantles, as if in antic.i.p.ation of some great change. In human affairs it often happens that great changes come very unexpectedly, and so it occurred in the families with whom we have been the most familiar.
It was the beginning of October, when Aunt Mary received a letter from her friend Mrs. Maitland which greatly surprised, and at first grieved her not a little. It contained the startling intelligence that Mr.
Maitland wished to let their pretty homes, the Laurels, as the very precarious state of health Mrs. Maitland"s mother was in, rendered it absolutely necessary that they should remain with her for perhaps a very long time.
"Oh, Clara dear," said her aunt, "is not this sad news for us? I can scarcely believe it. Mrs. Maitland says they are not coming back; but are going to let the Laurels.
"How we shall miss them all, I fear we shall never get such good neighbours again," said the lady, in a much more dolorous tone than was usual with her.
"Oh, I am so sorry!" exclaimed Clara, "and so will Mabel be I know, for Dora and Annie were our very best friends. But who is that other letter from?" inquired the niece; "I hope that does not contain bad news, aunt!"
Miss Livesay took up the letter spoken of; she had been so taken by surprise with the information contained in the first letter, that she had almost forgotten the other, which she now opened, and a glad exclamation which she uttered on reading the first line convinced Clara that there was salve for the wound which had been inflicted.
She was not kept in a state of suspense, the letter was from Irene (Mrs.
Gordon), and the first line was: "We are coming home to you, dear Mary!"
"Oh, when, aunt, when?" cried Clara.
"Wait, my dear, and you shall hear all," replied Miss Livesay. ""Captain Gordon has got leave of absence for six months; will you, can you, dear Mary, let me come again to the dear old home? there is no place like it!" Dear Irene," cried Aunt Mary, she little thinks how I long to see her, and the quick tears testified the melting heart.
Freddy all this time had stood an amazed listener; he could not at all make it out why the breakfast should be delayed, but he remembered Aunt Irene, and Captain Gordon, too, and he could somewhat enter into the pleasure manifested at the idea of their coming to see them, only he wished, notwithstanding, that Aunt Mary would pour the tea out, and allow him to begin his breakfast. This was done almost mechanically by Aunt Mary, her mind was already so full of projects, which, however, must be explained some time hence.