"Of course we do. Well, go on."
"At last she said something about Comte Ernest de Conflans,--I had heard of him, perhaps? He crossed in the steamer with "Mamma and me," it seems; and we have seen a great deal of him. This appeared a good opportunity to show that I too have relations with the n.o.bility, so I said yes, I had met him in Boston, and my sister had seen a good deal of him in Washington last winter.
""And what did she think of him?" demanded Lilly.
""Well," said I, "she didn"t seem to think a great deal about him. She says all the young men at the French legation seem more than usually foolish, but Comte Ernest is the worst of the lot. He really _does_ look like an absolute fool, you know," I added pleasantly. Now, girls, what was there in that to make her angry? Can you tell? She grew scarlet, and glared as if she wanted to bite my head off; and then she turned her back and would scarcely speak to me again. Does she always behave that way when the aristocracy is lightly spoken of?"
"Oh, Rose,--oh, Rose," cried Clover, in fits of laughter, "did you really tell her that?"
"I really did. Why shouldn"t I? Is there any reason in particular?"
"Only that she is engaged to him," replied Katy, in an extinguished voice.
"Good gracious! No wonder she scowled! This is really dreadful. But then why did she look so black when she asked where we were going, and I said to your wedding? That didn"t seem to please her any more than my little remarks about the n.o.bility."
"I don"t pretend to understand Lilly," said Katy, temperately; "she is an odd girl."
"I suppose an odd girl can"t be expected to have an even temper,"
remarked Rose, apparently speaking with a hairpin in her mouth. "Well, I"ve done for myself, that is evident. I need never expect any notice in future from the Comtesse de Conflans."
Cousin Helen heard no more, but presently steps sounded outside her door, and Katy looked in to ask if she were dressed, and if she might bring Rose in, a request which was gladly granted. It was a pretty sight to see Rose with Cousin Helen. She knew all about her already from Clover and Katy, and fell at once under the gentle spell which seemed always to surround that invalid sofa, begged leave to say "Cousin Helen" as the others did, and was altogether at her best and sweetest when with her, full of merriment, but full too of a deference and sympathy which made her particularly charming.
"I never did see anything so lovely in all my life before," she told Clover in confidence. "To watch her lying there looking so radiant and so peaceful and so interested in Katy"s affairs, and never once seeming to remember that except for that accident she too would have been a bride and had a wedding! It"s perfectly wonderful! Do you suppose she is never sorry for herself? She seems the merriest of us all."
"I don"t think she remembers herself often enough to be sorry. She is always thinking of some one else, it seems to me."
"Well, I am glad to have seen her," added Rose, in a more serious tone than was usual to her. "She and grandmamma are of a different order of beings from the rest of the world. I don"t wonder you and Katy always were so good; you ought to be with such a Cousin Helen."
"I don"t think we were as good as you make us out, but Cousin Helen has really been one of the strong influences of our lives. She was the making of Katy, when she had that long illness; and Katy has made the rest of us."
Little Rose from the first moment became the delight of the household, and especially of Amy Ashe, who could not do enough for her, and took her off her mother"s hands so entirely that Rose complained that she seemed to have lost her child as well as her husband. She was a sedate little maiden, and wonderfully wise for her years. Already, in some ways she seemed older than her erratic little mother, of whom, in a droll fashion, she a.s.sumed a sort of charge. She was a born housewife.
"Mamma, you have fordotten your wings," Clover would hear her saying.
"Mamma, you has a wip in your seeve, you must mend it," or "Mamma, don"t fordet dat your teys is in the top dwawer,"--all these reminders and advices being made particularly comical by the baby p.r.o.nunciation. Rose"s theory was that little Rose was a messenger from heaven sent to buffet her and correct her mistakes.
"The bane and the antidote," she would say. "Think of my having a child with powers of ratiocination!"
Rose came down the night of her arrival after a long, freshening nap, looking rested and bonny in a pretty blue dress, and saying that as little Rose too had taken a good sleep, she might sit up to tea if the family liked. The family were only too pleased to have her do so. After tea Rose carried her off, ostensibly to go to bed, but Clover heard a great deal of confabulating and giggling in the hall and on the stairs, and soon after, Rose returned, the door-bell rang loudly, and there entered an astonishing vision,--little Rose, costumed as a Cupid or a carrier-pigeon, no one knew exactly which, with a pair of large white wings fastened on her shoulders, and dragging behind her by a loop of ribbon a sizeable basket quite full of parcels.
Straight toward Katy she went, and with her small hands behind her back and her blue eyes fixed full on Katy"s face, repeated with the utmost solemnity the following "poem:"
"I"m a messender, you see, Fwom Hymen"s Expwess Tumpany.
All these little bundles are For my Aunty Taty Tarr; If she knows wot"s dood for her She will tiss the messender."
[Ill.u.s.tration:
"I"m a messender, you see, Fwom Hymen"s Expwess Tumpany."]
"You sweet thing!" cried Katy, "tissing the messender" with all her heart.
"I never heard such a dear little poem. Did you write it yourself, Roslein?"
"No. Mamma wote it, but she teached it to me so I tould say it."
The bundles of course contained wedding gifts. Rose seemed to have brought her trunk full of them. There were a pretty pair of salt-cellars from Mrs.
Redding, a charming paper-knife of silver, with an antique coin set in the handle, from Sylvia, a hand-mirror mounted in bra.s.s from Esther Dearborn, a long towel with fringed and embroidered ends from Ellen Gray, and from dear old Mrs. Redding a beautiful lace-pin set with a moonstone. Next came a little _repousse_ pitcher marked, "With love from Mary Silver," then a parcel tied with pink ribbons, containing a card-case of j.a.panese leather, which was little Rose"s gift, and last of all Rose"s own present, a delightful case full of ivory brushes and combs. Altogether never was such a satisfactory "fardel" brought by Hymen"s or any other express company before; and in opening the packages, reading the notes that came with them and exclaiming and admiring, time flew so fast that Rose quite forgot the hour, till little Rose, growing sleepy, reminded her of it by saying,--
"Mamma, I dess I"d better do to bed now, betause if I don"t I shall be too seepy to turn to Aunt Taty"s wedding to-mowwow."
"Dear me!" cried Rose, catching the child up. "This is simply dreadful!
what a mother I am! Things _are_ come to a pa.s.s indeed, if babes and sucklings have to ask to be put to bed. Baby, you ought to have been christened Nathan the Wise."
She disappeared with Roslein"s drowsy eyes looking over her shoulder.
Next afternoon came Ned, and with him, to Katy"s surprise and pleasure, appeared the good old commodore who had played such a kind part in their affairs in Italy the year before. It was a great compliment that he should think it worth while to come so far to see one of his junior officers married; and it showed so much real regard for Ned that everybody was delighted. These guests were quartered with Mrs. Ashe, but they took most of their meals with the Carrs; and it was arranged that they, with Polly and Amy, should come to an early breakfast on the marriage morning.
After Ned"s arrival things did seem to grow a little fuller and busier, for he naturally wanted Katy to himself, and she was too preoccupied to keep her calm grasp on events; still all went smoothly, and Rose declared that there never was such a wedding since the world was made,--no tears, no worries, n.o.body looking tired, nothing disagreeable!
Clover"s one great subject of concern was the fear that it might rain.
There was a little haze about the sunset the night before, and she expressed her intention to Cousin Helen of lying awake all night to see how things looked.
"I really feel as if I could not bear it if it should storm," she said, "after all this fine weather too; and I know I shall not sleep a wink, anyway."
"I think we can trust G.o.d to take care of the weather even on Katy"s wedding-day," replied Cousin Helen, gently.
And after all it was she who lay awake. Pain had made her a restless sleeper, and as her bed commanded the great arch of western sky, she saw the moon, a sharp-curved silver shape, descend and disappear a little before midnight. She roused again when all was still, solemn darkness except for a spangle of stars, and later, opened her eyes in time to catch the faint rose flush of dawn reflected from the east. She raised herself on her elbow to watch the light grow.
"It is a fair day for the child," she whispered to herself. "How good G.o.d is!" Then she slept again for a long, restful s.p.a.ce, and woke refreshed, so that Katy"s secret fear that Cousin Helen might be ill from excitement, and not able to come to her wedding, was not realized.
Clover, meantime, had slept soundly all night. She and Katy shared the same room, and waked almost at the same moment. It was early still; but the sisters felt bright and rested and ready for work, so they rose at once.
They dressed in silence, after a little whispered rejoicing over the beautiful morning, and in silence took their Bibles and sat down side by side to read the daily portion which was their habit. Then hand in hand they stole downstairs, disturbing n.o.body, softly opened doors and windows, carried bowls and jars out on the porch, and proceeded to arrange a great basket full of roses which had been brought the night before, and set in the dew-cool shade of the willows to keep fresh.
Before breakfast all the house had put on festal airs. Summer had come early to Burnet that year; every garden was in bud and blossom, and every one who had flowers had sent their best to grace Katy"s wedding. The whole world seemed full of delicious smells. Each table and chimney-piece bore a fragrant load; a great bowl of Jacqueminots stood in the middle of the breakfast-table, and two large jars of the same on the porch, where Clover had arranged various seats and cushions that it might serve as a sort of outdoor parlor.
n.o.body who came to that early breakfast ever forgot its peace and pleasantness and the sweet atmosphere of affection which seemed to pervade everything about it. After breakfast came family prayers as usual, Dr.
Carr reading the chapter, and the dear old commodore joining with a hearty nautical voice in,--
"Awake my soul! and with the sun,"
which was a favorite hymn with all of them. Ned shared Katy"s book, and his face and hers alone would have been breakfast enough for the company if everything else had failed, as Rose remarked to Clover in a whisper, though n.o.body found any fault with the more substantial fare which Debby had sent in previously. Somehow this little mutual service of prayer and praise seemed to fit in with the spirit of the day, and give it its keynote.
"It"s just the sweetest wedding," Mrs. Ashe told her brother. "And the wonderful thing is that everything comes so naturally. Katy is precisely her usual self,--only a little more so."
"I"m under great obligations to Amy for having that fever," was Ned"s somewhat indirect answer; but his sister understood what he meant.