"Yes."
"He"s a very nice one."
"He"s a racer."
"You don"t want to sell him, do you?"
"Fifteen pounds," said the Gypsy father; and Jackanapes sighed and went home again. That very afternoon he and Tony rode the two donkeys; and Tony managed to get thrown, and even Jackanapes"s donkey kicked. But it was jolting, clumsy work after the elastic swiftness and the dainty mischief of the red-haired pony.
A few days later, Miss Jessamine spoke very seriously to Jackanapes. She was a good deal agitated as she told him that his grandfather the General was coming to the Green, and that he must be on his very best behavior during the visit. If it had been feasible to leave off calling him Jackanapes and to get used to his baptismal name of Theodore before the day after to-morrow (when the General was due), it would have been satisfactory. But Miss Jessamine feared it would be impossible in practice, and she had scruples about it on principle. It would not seem quite truthful, although she had always most fully intended that he should be called Theodore when he had outgrown the ridiculous appropriateness of his nickname. The fact was that he had not outgrown it, but he must take care to remember who was meant when his grandfather said Theodore.
Indeed, for that matter, he must take care all along.
"You are apt to be giddy, Jackanapes," said Miss Jessamine.
"Yes, aunt," said Jackanapes, thinking of the hobby-horses.
"You are a good boy, Jackanapes. Thank G.o.d, I can tell your grandfather that. An obedient boy, an honorable boy, and a kind-hearted boy. But you are--in short, you _are_ a Boy, Jackanapes. And I hope," added Miss Jessamine, desperate with the results of experience, "that the General knows that Boys will be Boys."
What mischief could be foreseen, Jackanapes promised to guard against.
He was to keep his clothes and his hands clean, to look over his catechism, not to put sticky things in his pockets, to keep that hair of his smooth ("It"s the wind that blows it, aunty," said Jackanapes--"I"ll send by the coach for some bear"s-grease," said Miss Jessamine, tying a knot in her pocket-handkerchief), not to burst in at the parlor door, not to talk at the top of his voice, not to crumple his Sunday frill, and to sit quite quiet during the sermon, to be sure to say "sir" to the General, to be careful about rubbing his shoes on the door-mat, and to bring his lesson-books to his aunt at once that she might iron down the dogs"-ears. The General arrived; and for the first day all went well, except that Jackanapes"s hair was as wild as usual, for the hair-dresser had no bear"s-grease left. He began to feel more at ease with his grandfather, and disposed to talk confidentially with him, as he did with the Postman. All that the General felt, it would take too long to tell; but the result was the same. He was disposed to talk confidentially with Jackanapes.
"Mons"ous pretty place this," he said, looking out of the lattice on to the Green, where the gra.s.s was vivid with sunset and the shadows were long and peaceful.
"You should see it in Fair-week, sir," said Jackanapes, shaking his yellow mop, and leaning back in his one of the two Chippendale arm-chairs in which they sat.
"A fine time that, eh?" said the General, with a twinkle in his left eye (the other was gla.s.s).
Jackanapes shook his hair once more. "I enjoyed this last one the best of all," he said. "I"d so much money."
"By George, it"s not a common complaint in these bad times. How much had ye?"
"I"d two shillings. A new shilling aunty gave me, and elevenpence I had saved up, and a penny from the Postman,--_sir_!" added Jackanapes with a jerk, having forgotten it.
"And how did ye spend it,--_sir_?" inquired the General.
Jackanapes spread his ten fingers on the arms of his chair, and shut his eyes that he might count the more conscientiously.
"Watch-stand for aunty, threepence. Trumpet for myself, twopence; that"s fivepence. Gingernuts for Tony, twopence, and a mug with a Grenadier on for the Postman, fourpence; that"s elevenpence. Shooting-gallery a penny; that"s a shilling. Giddy-go-round, a penny; that"s one and a penny. Treating Tony, one and twopence. Flying Boats (Tony paid for himself), a penny, one and threepence. Shooting-gallery again, one and fourpence; Fat Woman a penny, one and fivepence. Giddy-go-round again, one and sixpence. Shooting-gallery, one and sevenpence. Treating Tony, and then he wouldn"t shoot, so I did, one and eightpence. Living Skeleton, a penny--no, Tony treated me, the Living Skeleton doesn"t count. Skittles, a penny, one and ninepence. Mermaid (but when we got inside she was dead), a penny, one and tenpence. Theater, a penny (Priscilla Partington, or the Green Lane Murder. A beautiful young lady, sir, with pink cheeks and a real pistol); that"s one and elevenpence.
Ginger beer, a penny (I _was_ so thirsty!), two shillings. And then the Shooting-gallery man gave me a turn for nothing, because, he said, I was a real gentleman, and spent my money like a man."
"So you do, sir, so you do!" cried the General. "Egad, sir, you spent it like a prince. And now I suppose you"ve not got a penny in your pocket?"
"Yes, I have," said Jackanapes. "Two pennies. They are saving up." And Jackanapes jingled them with his hand.
"You don"t want money except at Fair-times, I suppose?" said the General.
Jackanapes shook his mop.
"If I could have as much as I want, I should know what to buy," said he.
"And how much do you want, if you could get it?"
"Wait a minute, sir, till I think what twopence from fifteen pounds leaves. Two from nothing you can"t, but borrow twelve. Two from twelve, ten, and carry one. Please remember ten, sir, when I ask you. One from nothing you can"t, borrow twenty. One from twenty, nineteen, and carry one. One from fifteen, fourteen. Fourteen pounds nineteen and--what did I tell you to remember?"
"Ten," said the General.
"Fourteen pounds nineteen shillings and tenpence, then, is what I want,"
said Jackanapes.
"G.o.d bless my soul! what for?"
"To buy Lollo with. Lollo means red, sir. The Gypsy"s red-haired pony, sir. Oh, he _is_ beautiful! You should see his coat in the sunshine! You should see his mane! You should see his tail! Such little feet, sir, and they go like lightning! Such a dear face, too, and eyes like a mouse!
But he"s a racer, and the Gypsy wants fifteen pounds for him."
"If he"s a racer you couldn"t ride him. Could you?"
"No--o, sir, but I can stick to him. I did the other day."
"The dooce you did! Well, I"m fond of riding myself; and if the beast is as good as you say, he might suit me."
"You"re too tall for Lollo, I think," said Jackanapes, measuring his grandfather with his eye.
"I can double up my legs, I suppose. We"ll have a look at him to-morrow."
"Don"t you weigh a good deal?" asked Jackanapes.
"Chiefly waistcoats," said the General, slapping the breast of his military frock-coat. "We"ll have the little racer on the Green the first thing in the morning. Glad you mentioned it, grandson; glad you mentioned it."
The General was as good as his word. Next morning the Gypsy and Lollo, Miss Jessamine, Jackanapes and his grandfather and his dog Spitfire, were all gathered at one end of the Green in a group, which so aroused the innocent curiosity of Mrs. Johnson, as she saw it from one of her upper windows, that she and the children took their early promenade rather earlier than usual. The General talked to the Gypsy, and Jackanapes fondled Lollo"s mane, and did not know whether he should be more glad or miserable if his grandfather bought him.
"Jackanapes!"
"Yes, sir!"
"I"ve bought Lollo, but I believe you were right. He hardly stands high enough for me. If you can ride him to the other end of the Green, I"ll give him to you."
How Jackanapes tumbled on to Lollo"s back he never knew. He had just gathered up the reins when the Gypsy father took him by the arm.
"If you want to make Lollo go fast, my little gentleman--"
"_I_ can make him go!" said Jackanapes; and drawing from his pocket the trumpet he had bought in the Fair, he blew a blast both loud and shrill.
Away went Lollo, and away went Jackanapes"s hat. His golden hair flew out, an aureole from which his cheeks shone red and distended with trumpeting. Away went Spitfire, mad with the rapture of the race and the wind in his silky ears. Away went the geese, the c.o.c.ks, the hens, and the whole family of Johnson. Lucy clung to her mamma, Jane saved Emily by the gathers of her gown, and Tony saved himself by a somersault.
The Gray Goose was just returning when Jackanapes and Lollo rode back, Spitfire panting behind.
"Good, my little gentleman, good!" said the Gypsy. "You were born to the saddle. You"ve the flat thigh, the strong knee, the wiry back, and the light caressing hand; all you want is to learn the whisper. Come here!"