"Yes, to be shuah, a revoltin" roller, de very bes" kind. No, Miss Elsie, don" mix de eggs dat way, you spile "em ef you mix de yaller all up wid de whites. An" Miss Lucy, b.u.t.ter an" sugar mus" be worked up togedder fus", till de b.u.t.ter resolve de sugah, "fore we puts de udder gredinents in."
"Ah, I see we have a good deal to learn before we can hope to rival you as cooks, Aunt Viney," laughed Lucy.
"I spec" so, missy; you throw all de gredinents in togedder, an"
tumble your flouah in all at once, an" you nebber get your cake nice an light."
They had nearly reached the end of their labors when sounds as of scuffling, mingled with loud boyish laughter, and cries of "That"s it, Scip, hit him again! Pitch into him, Han, and pay him off well for it!" drew them all in haste to the window and door.
The two little darkies who had been ejected from the kitchen, were tussling in the yard, while their young masters, John and Archie, looked on, shaking with laughter, and clapping their hands in noisy glee.
"What"s all this racket about?" asked Grandpa Norris, coming out upon the veranda, newspaper in hand, Herbert limping along by his side.
"The old feud between Roman and Carthaginian, sir," replied John.
"Why, what do you mean, child?"
"Hannah Ball waging a war on Skipio, you know, sir."
"History repeating itself, eh?" laughed Herbert.
"Ah, that"s an old joke, Archie," said his grandfather. "And you"re too big a rogue to set them at such work. Han and Scip, stop that at once."
CHAPTER VIII.
"All your attempts Shall fall on me like brittle shafts on armor."
Lucy came into Elsie"s room early the next morning to show her birthday gifts, of which she had received one or more from every member of her family. They consisted of articles of jewelry, toilet ornaments, and handsomely-bound books.
They learned on meeting Herbert at breakfast that he had fared quite as well as his sister. Elsie slipped a valuable ring on Lucy"s finger and laid a gold pencil-case beside Herbert"s plate.
"Oh, charming! a thousand thanks, mon ami!" cried Lucy, her eyes sparkling with pleasure.
"Thank you, I shall value it most highly; especially for the giver"s sake," said Herbert, examining his with a pleased look, then turning to her with a blush and joyous smile, "I am so much better this morning that I am going out for a drive. Won"t you and Lucy give me the added pleasure of your company?"
"Thank you, I can answer for myself that I"ll be very happy to do so."
"I, too," said Lucy. "It"s a lovely morning for a ride. We"ll make up a party and go, but we must be home again in good season; for Carrie and Enna promised to come to dinner. So I"m glad we finished the book yesterday, though we were all so sorry to part from little Ellen."
They turned out quite a strong party; Herbert and the ladies filling up the family carriage, while Harry on horseback, and John and Archie each mounted upon a pony, accompanied it, now riding alongside, now speeding on ahead, or perchance dropping behind for a time as suited their fancy.
They travelled some miles, and alighting in a beautiful grove, partook of a delicate lunch they had brought with them. Then, while Herbert rested upon the gra.s.s the others wandered hither and thither until it was time to return. They reached home just in season to receive their expected guests.
Carrie Howard was growing up very pretty and graceful; womanly in her ways, yet quite una.s.suming in manner, frank and sweet in disposition, she was a general favorite with old and young, and could already boast of several suitors for her hand.
Enna Dinsmore, now in her fourteenth year, though by some considered even prettier, was far less pleasing--pert, forward, and conceited as she had been in her early childhood; she was tall for her age, and with her perfect self-possession and grown-up air and manner, might be easily mistaken for seventeen. She had already more worldly wisdom than her sweet, fair niece would ever be able to attain, and was, in her own estimation at least, a very stylish and fashionable young lady. She a.s.sumed very superior airs toward Elsie when her brother Horace was not by, reproving, exhorting, or directing her; and was very proud of being usually taken by strangers for the elder of the two. Some day she would not think that a feather in her cap.
Elsie had lost none of the childlike simplicity of five years ago; it still showed itself in the sweet, gentle countenance, the quiet graceful carriage, equally removed from forwardness on the one hand, and timid self-consciousness on the other. She did not consider herself a personage of importance, yet was not troubled by her supposed insignificance; in fact seldom thought of self at all, so engaged was she in adding to the happiness of others.
The four girls were gathered in Lucy"s room. She had been showing her birthday presents to Carrie and Enna.
"How do you like this style of arranging the hair, girls?" asked the latter, standing before a mirror, smoothing and patting, and pulling out her puffs and braids. "It"s the newest thing out. Isabel Carleton just brought it from New York. I saw her with hers dressed so, and sent Delia over to learn how."
Delia was Miss Enna"s maid, and had been brought along to Ashlands that she might dress her young lady"s hair in this new style for the party.
"It"s pretty," said Lucy. "I think I"ll have Minerva dress mine so for to-night, and see how it becomes me."
"Delia can show her how," said Enna. "Don"t you like it, Carrie?"
"Pretty well, but if you"ll excuse me for saying so, it strikes me as rather grown up for a young lady of thirteen," answered Carrie in a good-naturedly bantering tone.
Enna colored and looked vexed. "I"m nearly fourteen," she replied with a slight toss of the head; "and I overheard Mrs. Carleton saying to mamma the other day, that with my height and finished manners I might pa.s.s anywhere for seventeen."
"Perhaps so; of course, knowing your age, I can"t judge so well how it would strike a stranger."
"I see you have gone back to the old childish way of arranging your hair. What"s that for?" asked Enna, turning to Elsie; "I should think it was about time you were beginning to be a little womanly in something."
"Yes, but not in dress or the arrangement of my hair. So papa says, and of course I know he is right."
"He would not let you have it up in a comb?"
"No," Elsie answered with a quiet smile.
"Why do you smile? Did he say anything funny when you showed yourself that day?"
"Oh, Elsie, have you tried putting up your hair?" asked Carrie; while Lucy exclaimed, "Try it again to-night, Elsie, I should like to see how you would look."
"Yes," said Elsie, answering Carrie"s query first. "Enna persuaded me one day to have mammy do it up in young-lady fashion. I liked it right well for a change, and that was just what mamma said when I went into the drawing-room and showed myself to her. But when papa came in, he looked at me with a comical sort of surprise in his face, and said.
"Come here; what have you been doing to yourself?" I went to him and he pulled out my comb, and ordered me off to mammy to have my hair arranged again in the usual way, saying, "I"m not going to have you aping the woman already; don"t alter the style of wearing your hair again, till I give you permission."
"And you walked off as meek as Moses, and did his bidding," said Enna sarcastically. "No man shall ever rule me so. If papa should undertake to give me such an order, I"d just inform him that my hair was my own, and I should arrange it as suited my own fancy."
"I think you are making yourself out worse than you really are, Enna," said Elsie gravely. "I am sure you could never say anything so extremely impertinent as that to grandpa."
"Impertinent! Well, if you believe it necessary to be so very respectful, consistency should lead you to refrain from reproving your aunt."
"I did not exactly mean to reprove you, Enna, and you are younger than I."
"n.o.body would think it," remarked Enna superciliously and with a second toss of her head, as she turned from the gla.s.s; "you are so extremely childish in every way, while, as mamma says, I grow more womanly in appearance and manner every day."
"Elsie"s manners are quite perfect, I think," said Carrie; "and her hair is so beautiful, I don"t believe any other style of arrangement could improve its appearance in the least."
"But it"s so childish, so absurdly childish! just that great ma.s.s of ringlets hanging about her neck and shoulders. Come, Elsie, I want you to have it dressed in this new style for to-night."
"No, Enna, I am perfectly satisfied to wear it in this childish fashion; and if I were not, still I could not disobey papa."