"Oh, Rollo," she whispered, "_suppose_ it"s enchanted, and that we never get out again."
But all the same she crept nearer and nearer to the tempting half-open door.
CHAPTER III.
THE MYSTERIOUS COTTAGE.
""A pretty cottage "tis indeed,"
Said Rosalind to f.a.n.n.y, "But yet it seems a little strange, I trust there"s naught uncanny.""
_The Wood-Fairies._
Rollo pushed a little more, and still a little. No sound was heard--no voice demanded what they wanted; they gathered courage, till at last the door stood sufficiently ajar for them to see inside. It was a neat, plain, exceedingly clean, little kitchen which stood revealed to their view. Rollo and Maia, with another glance around them, another instant"s hesitation, stepped in.
The floor was only sanded, the furniture was of plain unvarnished deal, yet there was something indescribably dainty and attractive about the room. There was no fire burning in the hearth, but all was ready laid for lighting it, and on the table, covered with a perfectly clean, though coa.r.s.e cloth, plates and cups for a meal were set out. It seemed to be for three people. A loaf of brownish bread, and a jug filled with milk, were the only provisions to be seen. Maia stepped forward softly and looked longingly at the milk.
"Do you think it would be wrong to take some, Rollo?" she said. "I _am_ so thirsty, and they must be nice people that live here, it looks so neat." But just then, catching sight of the three chairs drawn round the table, as well as of the three cups and three plates upon it, she drew back with a little scream. "_Rollo_," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling, half with fear, half with excitement, "I do believe we"ve got into the cottage of _the three bears_."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "_Rollo_," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling, half with fear, half with excitement, "I do believe we"ve got into the cottage of _the three bears_."]
Rollo burst out laughing, though, to tell the truth, he was not quite sure if his sister was in fun or earnest.
"Nonsense, Maia!" he said. "Why, that was hundreds of years ago. You don"t suppose the bears have gone on living ever since, do you? Besides, it wouldn"t do at all. See, there are two smaller chairs and one arm-chair here. Two small cups and one big one. It"s just the wrong way for the bears. It must be two children and one big person that live here."
Maia seemed somewhat rea.s.sured.
"Do you think I may take a drink of milk, then?" she said. "I am _so_ thirsty."
"I should think you might," said Rollo. "You see we can come back and pay for it another day when they"re at home. If we had any money we might leave it here on the table, to show we"re honest. But we haven"t any."
"No," said Maia, as she poured out some milk, taking care not to spill any on the tablecloth, "not a farthing. Oh, Rollo," she continued, "_such_ delicious milk! Won"t you have some?"
"No; I"m not thirsty," he replied. "See, Maia, there"s another little kitchen out of this--for washing dishes in--a sort of scullery," for he had opened another door as he spoke.
"And, oh, Rollo," said Maia, peering about, "see, there"s a little stair. Oh, _do_ let"s go up."
It seemed a case of "in for a penny, in for a pound." Having made themselves so much at home, the children felt inclined to go a little farther. They had soon climbed the tiny staircase and were rewarded for their labour by finding two little bed-rooms, furnished just alike, and though neat and exquisitely clean, as plain and simple as the kitchen.
"Really, Rollo," said Maia, "this house might have been built by the fairies for us two, and see, isn"t it odd? the beds are quite small, like ours. I don"t know where the big person sleeps whom the arm-chair and the big cup downstairs are for."
"Perhaps there"s another room," said Rollo, but after hunting about they found there was nothing more, and they came downstairs again to the kitchen, more puzzled than ever as to whom the queer little house could belong to.
"We"ll come back again, the very first day we can," said Maia, "and tell the people about having taken the milk," and then they left the cottage, carefully closing the door and gate behind them, and made their way back to where they had left Nanni. It took them longer than they had expected--either they mistook their way, or had wandered farther than they had imagined. But Nanni had suffered no anxiety on their account, for, even before they got up to her, they saw that she was enjoying a peaceful slumber.
"Poor thing!" said Maia. "She must be very tired. I never knew her so sleepy before. Wake up, Nanni, wake up," she went on, touching the maid gently on the shoulder. Up jumped Nanni, rubbing her eyes, but looking nevertheless very awake and good-humoured.
"Such a beautiful sleep as I"ve had, to be sure," she exclaimed.
"Then you haven"t been wondering what had become of us?" said Rollo.
"Bless you, no, sir," replied Nanni. "You haven"t been very long away, surely? I never did have such a beautiful sleep. There must be something in the air of this forest that makes one sleep. And such lovely dreams!
I thought I saw a lady all dressed in green--dark green and light green,--for all the world like the fir-trees in spring, and with long light hair. She stooped over me and smiled, as if she was going to say something, but just then I awoke and saw Miss Maia."
"And what do you think _we"ve_ seen?" said Maia. "The dearest little cottage you can fancy. Just like what Rollo and I would like to live in all by ourselves. And there was n.o.body there; wasn"t it queer, Nanni?"
Nanni was much impressed, but when she had heard all about the children"s adventure she grew a little frightened.
"I hope no harm will come of it," she said. "If it were a witch"s cottage;" and she shivered.
"Nonsense, Nanni," said Rollo; "witches don"t have cottages like that,--all so bright and clean, and delicious new milk to drink."
But Nanni was not so easily consoled. "I hope no harm may come of it,"
she repeated.
By the lengthening shadows they saw that the afternoon was advancing, and that, if they did not want to be late for dinner, they must make the best of their way home.
"It would not do to be late to-day--the first time they have let us come out by ourselves," said Maia sagely. "If we are back in very good time perhaps Lady Venelda will soon let us come again."
They _were_ back in very good time, and went down to the dining-hall, looking very fresh and neat, as their cousin entered it followed by her ladies.
"That is right," said Lady Venelda graciously.
"You look all the better for your walk, my little friends," said the old doctor. "Come, tell us what you think of our forests, now you have seen the inside of them."
"They are lovely," said both children enthusiastically. "I should like to _live_ there," Maia went on; "and, oh, cousin, we saw the dearest little cottage, _so_ neat and pretty! I wonder who lives there."
"You went to the village, then," Lady Venelda replied. "I did not think you would go in that direction."
"No," said Rollo, "we did not go near any village. It was a cottage quite alone, over that way," and he pointed in the direction he meant.
Lady Venelda looked surprised and a little annoyed.
"I know of no cottage by itself. I know of no cottages, save those in my own village. You must have been mistaken."
"Oh, no, indeed," said Maia, "we could not be mistaken, for we----"
"Young people should not contradict their elders," said Lady Venelda freezingly, and poor Maia dared say no more. She was very thankful when the old doctor came to the rescue.
"Perhaps," he said good-naturedly, "perhaps our young friends sat down in the forest and had a little nap, in which they _dreamt_ of this mysterious cottage. You are aware, my lady, that the aromatic odours of our delightful woods are said to have this tendency."
Rollo and Maia looked at each other. "That"s true," the look seemed to say, for the old doctor"s words made them think of Nanni"s beautiful dream. Not that _they_ had been asleep, oh, no, that was impossible.
Everything about the cottage had been so real and natural. And besides, as Maia said afterwards to Rollo, "People don"t dream _together_ of exactly the same things at exactly the same moment, as if they were reading a story-book," with which Rollo of course agreed.