"Thank you; well, we"ll see. Herbert"s a good reader, and I daresay will be glad to take his turn at it too. Ah, here comes your baggage and Aunt Chloe following it. Here, Bob and Jack," to the two stalwart black fellows who were carrying the trunk, "set it in this corner. How d"ye do, Aunt Chloe?"
"Berry well, tank you, missy," replied the old nurse, dropping a courtesy. "I"se berry glad to see you lookin" so bright dis here mornin"."
"Thank you. Now make yourself at home and take good care of your young mistress."
"Dat I will, missy; best I knows how. Trus" dis chile for dat."
Elsie"s riding habit was quickly exchanged for a house dress, her hair made smooth and shining as its wont, and securing her book she returned with Lucy to the lower veranda, where they found Herbert still extended upon his sofa.
His face brightened at sight of Elsie. He had laid aside his book, and was at work with his knife upon a bit of soft pine wood. He whiled away many a tedious hour by fashioning in this manner little boxes, whistles, sets of baby-house furniture, etc., etc., for one and another of his small friends. Books, magazines, and newspapers filled up the larger portion of his time, but could not occupy it all, for, as he said, he must digest his mental food, and he liked to have employment for his fingers while doing so.
"Please be good enough to sit where I can look at you without too great an effort, won"t you?" he said, smiling up into Elsie"s face.
"Yes, if that will afford you any pleasure," she answered lightly, as Lucy beckoned to a colored girl, who stepped forward and placed a low rocking chair at the side of the couch.
"There, that is just right. I can have a full view of your face by merely raising my eyes," Herbert said with satisfaction, as Elsie seated herself in it. "What, you have brought a book?"
"Yes," and while Elsie went on to repeat the substance of what she had told Lucy, the latter slipped away to her mamma"s room to make arrangements about the work, and ask if they would not all like to come and listen to the reading.
"Is it the kind of book to interest an old body like me?" asked Mrs.
Norris.
"I don"t know, grandma; but Elsie says Mr. Travilla and her papa were both delighted with it. Mr. Dinsmore, though, had not read the whole of it."
"Suppose we go and try it for a while then," said Mr. Morris, laying down his paper. "If our little Elsie is to be the reader, I for one am pretty sure to enjoy listening, her voice is so sweet-toned and her enunciation so clear and distinct."
"That"s you, grandpa!" cried Lucy, clapping her hands in applause.
"Yes, you"d better all come, Elsie is to be the reader at the start; she says she does not mind beginning the story over again."
Mrs. Carrington began gathering up her work, laying the garments already cut out in a large basket, which was then carried by her maid to the veranda. In a few moments Elsie had quite an audience gathered about her, ere long a deeply interested one; scissors or needle had now and again to be dropped to wipe away a falling tear, and the voice of the reader needed steadying more than once or twice. Then Herbert took his turn at the book, Elsie hers with the needle, Mrs. Carrington half reluctantly yielding to her urgent request to be allowed to a.s.sist them.
So the morning, and much of the afternoon also, pa.s.sed most pleasantly, and not unprofitably either. A walk toward sundown, and afterward a delightful moonlight ride with Harry Carrington and Winthrop Lansing, the son of a neighboring planter, finished the day, and Elsie retired to her own room at her usual early hour. Lucy followed and kept her chatting quite a while, for which Elsie"s tender conscience reproached her somewhat; yet she was not long in falling asleep after her head had once touched her pillow.
The next day was pa.s.sed in a similar manner, still more time being given to the reading, as they were able to begin it earlier: yet the book was not finished; but on the morning of the next day, which was Friday, Lucy proposed that, if the plan was agreeable to Elsie, they should spend an hour or two in a new amus.e.m.e.nt; which was no other than going into the dominions of Aunt Viney, the cook, and a.s.sisting in beating eggs and making cake.
Elsie was charmed with the idea, and it was immediately carried out, to the great astonishment of Chloe, Aunt Viney, and all her sable tribe.
"Sho, Miss Lucy! what fo" you go for to fotch de company right yere into dis yere ole dirty kitchen?" cried Aunt Viney, dropping a hasty courtesy to Elsie, then hurrying hither and thither in the vain effort to set everything to rights in a moment of time. "Clar out o" yere, you, Han an" Scip," she cried, addressing two small urchins of dusky hue and driving them before her as she spoke, "dere aint no room yere fo" you, an" kitchens aint no place for darkies o" your size or sect.
I"ll fling de dishcloth at yo" brack faces ef yo" comes in agin fo"
you sent for. I "clare Miss Elsie, an" Miss Lucy, dose dirty n.i.g.g.ahs make sich a muss in yere, dere aint a char fit for you to set down in," she continued, hastily cleaning two, and wiping them with her ap.r.o.n. "I"se glad to see you, ladies, but ef I"d knowed you was a-comin" dis kitchen shu"d had a cleanin" up fo" shuah."
"You see, Aunt Viney, you ought to keep it in order, and then you would be ready for visitors whenever they happened to come," said Lucy laughingly. "Why, you"re really quite out of breath with whisking about so fast. We"ve come to help you."
The fat old negress, still panting from her unwonted exertions, straightened herself, pushed back her turban, and gazed in round-eyed wonder upon her young mistress.
"What! Missy help ole Aunt Viney wid dose lily-white hands? Oh, go "long! you"s jokin" dis time fo" shuah."
"No indeed; we want the fun of helping to make some of the cake for to-morrow. You know we want ever so many kinds to celebrate our two birthdays."
"Two birthdays, Miss Lucy? yo"s and Ma.s.sa Herbert"s? Yes, dat"s it; I don"t disremember de day, but I do disremember de age."
"Sixteen; and now we"re going to have a nice party to celebrate the day, and you must see that the refreshments are got up in your very best style."
"So I will, Miss Lucy, an" no "casion for you and Miss Elsie to trouble yo" young heads "bout de makin" ob de cakes an" jellies an"
custards an" sich. Ole Aunt Viney can "tend to it all."
"But we want the fun of it," persisted Lucy; "we want to try our hands at beating eggs, rolling sugar, sifting flour, etc., etc. I"ve got a grand new receipt book here, and we"ll read out the recipes to you, and measure and weigh the materials, and you can do the mixing and baking."
"Yes, missy, you" lily hands no" hab strength to stir, an" de fire spoil yo" buful "plexions for shuah."
"I"ve brought mamma"s keys," said Lucy; "come along with us to the store-room, Aunt Viney, and I"ll deal out the sugar, spices, and whatever else you want."
"Yes, Miss Lucy; but "deed I don"t need no help. You"s berry kind, but ole Viney kin do it all, an" she"ll have eberything fus"-rate fo" de young gemmen an" ladies."
"But that isn"t the thing, auntie; you don"t seem to understand. Miss Elsie and I want the fun, and to learn to cook, too. Who knows but we may some day have to do our own work?"
"Bress de Lord, Miss Lucy, how you talk, honey!" cried the old negress, rolling up her eyes in horror at the thought.
"Take care; Miss Elsie will think you very wicked if you use such exclamations as that."
"Dat wrong, you t"ink, missy?" asked Aunt Viney, turning to the young visitor, who had gone with them to the store-room, and was a.s.sisting Lucy in the work of measuring and weighing the needed articles.
"I think it is," she answered gently; "we should be very careful not to use the sacred name lightly. To do so is to break the third commandment."
"Den, missy, dis ole gal won"t neber do it no more."
Chloe had been an excellent cook in her young days, and had not forgotten or lost her former skill in the preparation of toothsome dainties. She, too, came with offers of a.s.sistance, and the four were soon deep in the mysteries of pastry, sweetmeats, and confections.
Novelty gave it an especial charm to the young ladies, and they grew very merry and talkative, while their ignorance of the business in hand, the odd mistakes they fell into in consequence, and the comical questions they asked, gave much secret amus.e.m.e.nt to the two old servants.
"What"s this pound cake to be mixed up in, Aunt Viney?" asked Lucy.
"In dis yere tin pan, missy."
"Is it clean?"
"Yes, missy, it"s clean; but maybe "taint suffishently clean, I"ll wash it agin."
"How many kinds of cake shall we make?" asked Elsie.
"Every kind that Chloe and Aunt Viney can think of and know how to make well. Let me see--delicate cake, gold, silver and clove, fruitcake, sponge, and what else?"
"Mammy makes delicious jumbles."
"Will you make us some, Aunt Chloe?"
Chloe signified her readiness to do whatever was desired, and began at once to collect her implements.
"Got a rollin" pin, Aunt Viney?" she asked.