"You are a darling," returned Carrie, dimpling with pleasure.
I believe this was the sweetest gift we could have made her. Nothing for herself would have pleased her half so much. She made Jack and me promise to help her carry them the next day, and we agreed, nothing loth. We had quite a festive afternoon in Nightingale lane.
I had never been with Carrie before in her rounds, and I was wonderfully struck with her manner to the poor folk; there was so much tact, such delicate sympathy in all she said and did. I could see surly faces soften and rough voices grow silent as she addressed them in her simple way. Knots of boys and men dispersed to let her pa.s.s.
"Bless her sweet face!" I heard one old road-sweeper say; and all the children seemed to crowd round her involuntarily, and yet, with the exception of Dot, she had never seemed to care for children.
I watched her as she moved about the squalid rooms, arranging the primroses in broken bowls, and even teacups, with a sort of ministering grace I had never noticed in her before. Mother had always praised her nursing. She said her touch was so soft and firm, and her movement so noiseless; and she had once advised me to imitate her in this; and as I saw the weary eyes brighten and the languid head raise itself on the pillow at her approach, I could not but own that Carrie was in her natural sphere.
As we returned home with our empty baskets, she told us a great deal about her district, and seemed grateful to us for sharing her pleasure. Indeed, I never enjoyed a talk with Carrie more; I never so thoroughly entered into the interest of her work.
One June afternoon, when I returned home a little earlier than usual, for Flurry had been called down to go out with her father, I found Miss Ruth sitting with mother.
I had evidently disturbed a most engrossing conversation, for mother looked flushed and a little excited, as she always did when anything happened out of the common, and Miss Ruth had the amused expression I knew so well.
"You are earlier than usual, my dear," said mother, with an odd little twitch of the lip, as though something pleased her. But here Dot, who never could keep a secret for five minutes, burst out in his shrill voice:
"Oh, Essie, what do you think? You will never believe it--you and I and Flurry are going to Roseberry for six whole weeks."
"You have forgotten me, you ungrateful child," returned Miss Ruth in a funny tone; "I am n.o.body, I suppose, so long as you get your dear Esther and Flurry."
Dot was instinctively a little gentleman. He felt he had made a mistake; so he hobbled up to Miss Ruth, and laid his hand on hers: "We couldn"t do without you--could we, Essie?" he said in a coaxing voice. "Esther does not like ordering dinners; she often says so, and she looks ready to cry when Deb brings her the bills. It will be ever so much nicer to have Miss Ruth, won"t it, Esther?" But I was too bewildered to answer him.
"Oh, mother, is it really true? Can you really spare us, and for six whole weeks? Oh, it is too delightful! But Carrie, does she not want the change more than I?"
I don"t know why mother and Miss Ruth exchanged glances at this; but mother said rather sadly:
"Miss Lucas has been good enough to ask your sister, Esther; she thought you might perhaps take turns; but I am sorry to say Carrie will not hear of it. She says it will spoil your visit, and that she cannot be spared."
"Our parochial slave-driver is going out of town," put in Miss Ruth dryly. She could be a little sarcastic sometimes when Mrs. Smedley"s name was implied. In her inmost heart she had no more love than I for the bustling lady.
"She is going to stay with her niece at Newport, and so her poor little subaltern, Carrie, cannot be absent from her post. One day I mean to give a piece of my mind to that good lady," finished Miss Ruth, with a malicious sparkle in her eyes.
"Oh, it"s no use talking," sighed mother, and there was quite a hopeless inflection in her voice. "Carrie is a little weak, in spite of her goodness. She is like her mother in that--the strongest mind governs her. I have no chance against Mrs. Smedley."
"It is a shame," I burst out; but Miss Ruth rose from her chair, still smiling.
"You must restrain your indignation till I have gone, Esther," she said, in mock reproof. "Your mother and I have done all we could, and have coaxed and scolded for the last half-hour. The Smedley influence is too strong for us. Never mind, I have captured you and Dot; remember, you must be ready for us on Monday week;" and with that she took her departure.
Mother followed me up to my room, on pretense of looking over Jack"s things, but in reality she wanted a chat with me.
The dear soul was quite overjoyed at the prospect of my holiday; she mingled lamentations over Carrie"s obstinacy with expressions of pleasure at the treat in store for Dot and me.
"And you will not be lonely without us, mother?"
"My dear, how could I be so selfish! Think of the benefit the sea air will be to Dot! And then, I can trust him so entirely to you."
And thereupon she began an anxious inquiry as to the state of my wardrobe, which lasted until the bell rang.
But, in spite of the delicious antic.i.p.ations that filled me, I was not wholly satisfied, and when mother had said good-night to us I detained Carrie.
She came back a little reluctantly, and asked me what I wanted with her. She looked tired, almost worn out, and the blue veins were far too perceptible on the smooth, white forehead. I noticed for the first time a hollowness about the temples; the marked restlessness of an over-conscientious mind was wearing out the body; the delicacy of her look filled me with apprehension.
"Oh, Carrie!" I said, vehemently, "you are not well; this hot weather is trying you. Do listen to me, darling. I don"t want to vex you, but you must promise me to come to Roseberry."
To my surprise she drew back with almost a frightened look on her face; well, not that exactly, but a sort of scared, bewildered expression.
"Don"t, Esther. Why will none of you give me any peace? Is it not enough that mother and Miss Lucas have been talking to me, and now you must begin! Do you know how much it costs me to stand firm against you all? You distress me, you wear me out with your talk."
"Why cannot we convince you?" I returned, with a sort of despair.
"You are mother"s daughter, not Mrs. Smedley"s: you owe no right of obedience to that woman."
"How you all hate her!" she sighed. "I must look for no sympathy from any of you--your one thought is to thwart me in every way."
"Carrie!" I almost gasped, for she looked and spoke so unlike herself.
"I don"t mean to be unkind," she replied in a softening tone; "I suppose you all mean it for the best. Once for all, Esther, I cannot come to Roseberry. I have promised Mrs. Smedley to look after things in her absence, and nothing would induce me to forfeit my trust."
"You could write to her and say you were not well," I began; but she checked me almost angrily.
"I am well, I am quite well; if I long for rest, if the prospect of a little change would be delightful, I suppose I could resist even these temptations. I am not worse than many other girls; I have work to do, and must do it. No fears of possible breakdowns shall frighten me from my duty. Go and enjoy your holiday, and do not worry about me, Esther." And then she kissed me, and took up her candle.
I was sadly crestfallen, but no arguments could avail, I thought; and so I let her go from me. And yet if I had known the cause of her sudden irritability, I should not so soon have given up all hope. I little knew how sorely she was tempted; how necessary some brief rest and change of scene was to her overwrought nerves. If I had only been patient and pleaded with her, I think I must have persuaded her; but, alas! I never knew how nearly she had yielded.
There was no sleep for Dot that night. I found him in a fever of excitement, thumping his hot pillows and flinging himself about in vain efforts to get cool. It was no good scolding him; he had these sleepless fits sometimes; so I bathed his face and hands, and sat down beside him, and laid my head against the pillow, hoping that he would quiet down by-and-by. But nothing would prevent his talking.
"I wish I were out with the flowers in the garden," he said; "I think it is stupid being tucked up in bed in the summer. Allan is not in bed, is he? He says he is often called up, and has to cross the quadrangle to go to a great bare room where they bind up broken heads. Should you like to be a doctor, Essie?"
"If I were a man," I returned, confidently, "I should be either a clergyman or a doctor; they are the grandest and n.o.blest of professions. One is a cure of bodies, and the other is a cure of souls."
"Oh, but they hurt people," observed Dot, shrinking a little; "they have horrid instruments they carry about with them."
"They only hurt people for their own good, you silly little boy.
Think of all the dark sick rooms they visit, and the poor, helpless people they comfort. They spend their lives doing good, healing dreadful diseases, and relieving pain."
"I think Allan"s life will be more useful than Fred"s," observed Dot. Poor little boy! Constant intercourse with grown-up people was making him precocious. He used to say such sharp, shrewd things sometimes.
I sighed a little when he spoke of Fred. I could imagine him loitering through life in his velveteen coat, doing little spurts of work, but never settling down into thorough hard work.
Allan"s descriptions of his life were not very encouraging. His last letter to me spoke a little dubiously about Fred"s prospects.
"He is just a drawing-master, and nothing else," wrote Allan. "Uncle Geoffrey"s recommendations have obtained admittance for him into one or two good houses, and I hear he has hopes of Miss Hemming"s school in Bayswater. Not a very enlivening prospect for our elegant Fred!
Fancy that very superior young man sinking into a drawing-master! So much for the hanging committee and the picture that is to represent the Cameron genius.
"I went down to Acacia road on Thursday evening, and dimly perceived Fred across an opaque cloud of tobacco smoke. He and some kindred spirits were talking art jargon in this thick atmosphere.
"Fred looked a Bohemian of Bohemians in his gaudy dressing-gown and velvet smoking-cap. His hair is longer than ever, and he has become aesthetic in his tastes. There was broken china enough to stock a small shop. I am afraid I am rather too much a Philistine for their notions. I got some good downright stares and shrugs over my tough John Bull tendencies.
"Tell mother Fred is all right, and keeping out of debt, and so one must not mind a few harmless vagaries."