Sometimes it was a long drive, which Mrs. St. Aiden generally shared; sometimes a sail in the _Swan_ with Mr. Earle and the boys, which was always a great pleasure. Then there was a great excitement for a few days in the place, for the mackerel had come into the bay in shoals; and the _Swan_ went out with the other boats, and the little Polperrans went in her, and they all had spinners, and caught mackerel by the dozen, and fine fun they had out of it till the fish disappeared as suddenly as they had come.
Mr. Trelawny was getting quite strong again, but he was still forbidden to make any attempt to use his eyes, and went about with a bandage and a shade. Perhaps it was this that made him stoop a little in his walk, as he had never done before. Certainly his hair had begun to grow white rather quickly. He had never seemed to be an old man before. Esther had never thought of him as old until just lately, although he used to speak of himself in a half-joking way as an old fellow; but he did begin to look old now, though he seemed strong and well in himself.
He liked to be out of doors as much as possible, and Esther was nearly always his companion. She found this interesting in many ways. One was that she had her lessons in a new and interesting fashion from him.
Another was that she got to know a great many fresh people, and heard a great many interesting things about them.
Mr. Trelawny owned a good deal of land all round the Crag, and the people who lived in the cottages were his tenants. He had known them all his life, and they had known him. There had been Trelawnys at the Crag for several hundreds of years. Esther found out that Mr. Trelawny, in spite of his gruffness, was very much respected and loved. She liked very much to go with him to see the cottagers and fisher folk, and listen whilst they talked to him and told him all about themselves, their troubles, their bits of good luck, their perplexities with their sons and daughters, and all the different things which went to make up the sum of their simple lives.
She grew fond of the simple people herself, who always had a smile and soft word for "the little lady." She thought it must be very nice to have Mr. Trelawny"s power to help them in times of need, to advise them in their troubles, to rebuke those who wanted a sharp reproof, and to warn those who were in danger of falling into bad habits or idle ways.
Often after these visits Mr. Trelawny would talk to Esther a great deal about the family they had just visited, telling her its history, what sort of people they had shown themselves in the past, and what kind of treatment they had required.
Some children might have been bored by this sort of thing, but Esther was never bored. It seemed to her very interesting, and she always listened with great attention.
"You must help me at Christmas time this year, little woman," he said one crisp December day, as they were walking home together. "There are a lot of old fashions we keep up at Christmas here. It"s one of the relics of old times that no Trelawny has had the disposition to do away with.
Some people say that the time has gone by for that sort of thing, and that it is obsolete and only a form of pauperization. Perhaps they may be right. But in my day I shall change nothing. I"m too much the old Tory for that. And you will help me this year, won"t you? You ought to see how everything is done."
"I should like to," answered Esther eagerly; "what is it you do?"
"Give a great feed--dinner, the people call it--in the hall at the Crag, to which every tenant and his family is ent.i.tled to come, even to the babies, if the mothers choose to bring them. No questions are asked, n.o.body is turned away. Every tenant has the right to be there, and to eat and drink to his heart"s content. Five o"clock is the hour for the feed, and after that they sing carols or old songs and make speeches. I come in and drink a gla.s.s with them, as the Trelawnys have always done; and when they can eat and drink no more, there is a great giving of presents all round. Bran pies or a Christmas-tree for the children, and clothing or nets or tools for the grown folks. We keep it up till ten o"clock, and then sing "G.o.d save the Queen," and send them all off to their homes. It used to be done on Christmas Eve or on Christmas Day, but now it"s on Boxing Day, as we think that home is the right place for folks on Christmas Day itself. You will have to be my right hand, little woman, in all the preparations we have to make."
Esther was skipping along gaily: her face was aglow.
"How nice!" she exclaimed; "I shall like to help and to see them all.
May I come with you, Uncle Robert, when you go to see them at dinner-time?"
"Of course you may, my dear. Indeed I particularly wish you to be with me. I want to present you to the people then. It will be the best opportunity for it."
Esther raised her eyes with a questioning look, but then, remembering that he could not see, she said softly,--
"I don"t think I quite understand, Uncle Robert."
His clasp upon her fingers tightened; he did not speak for a while, and then he said slowly,--
"No, childie, I know you don"t. I am debating in my mind whether or not to tell you."
Esther looked up again with the same shade of perplexity in her eyes, but she asked no further question. She knew she would be told if Mr.
Trelawny thought it well.
At last he spoke, but rather as though to himself and not to her. It was as if he were debating some point in his own mind.
"I don"t know why she should not be told. The Queen was no older when she found out that in all probability she would one day have a kingdom to rule, and her first wish and resolve were that she might grow up a good woman. I believe it would be the same with this child in a very little kingdom. I want her to grow up feeling what are the duties which will some day be hers."
Esther"s heart was beating rather fast by this time. She felt as though something momentous was going to be spoken, and she was not wrong. They had reached the terrace by this time, and with the shelter of the house behind them, and the sunlight falling full upon it, the place was quite warm--so warm that Mr. Trelawny seated himself under the veranda, and drew the little girl between his knees.
"My dear," he said, "I suppose you are too young ever to have wondered who will live at the Crag after I am gone."
Esther did not speak. It had certainly never entered her head to think about such a thing as this.
"I am the last of the Trelawnys," continued the old man; "I have not a single blood relation of that name to come after me. Once I thought it would be otherwise. For three happy years I had a wife living with me here, and a little boy who had just learned to call me "daddy." Then they were both taken away. It was all so long ago that the folks here have almost forgotten, and some of them speak of me as a bachelor. But I have never forgotten. I never could care for anybody else. I have lived my life alone, and I have n.o.body to come after me--n.o.body to love me now."
Esther suddenly raised the hand she held and carried it to her lips.
"We all love you, Uncle Robert," she said softly.
He stooped and kissed her, putting his arm round her and holding her close. For with all her clinging, affectionate ways, Esther had never yet spoken of loving her father"s old kinsman.
"Thank you for telling me so, childie. Yes, I believe you, my dear.
Esther, do you know that you are the only blood relation I have in the world?"
She shook her head, and he felt the motion.
"But that is so, my child. Your father was my only kinsman. At one time I looked upon him as my heir. Then he too was taken. I brought his wife and child to be near me, but I do not think I at once formed any plan for the future. The estate and income are my own property. I can dispose of them as I will. But I want to find a successor who will love the old place, and who will be a merciful as well as a just monarch in the little kingdom which lies around the Crag."
He paused, and Esther neither spoke nor moved.
"Kingdom is perhaps an obsolete word in these leveling days, yet down here amongst these simple folk the owner of the Crag wields no small power. It is a power I should fear to put into any but just and merciful hands. Little Esther, do you think you could be a just and merciful ruler here some day? Would you try--like our good and gracious Queen--to "be good," to love your people, to be a wise and G.o.d-fearing ruler, if ever that power were to be entrusted to you?"
She hid her face upon his shoulder. She was startled, overcome, almost frightened. He felt her shiver through all her little frame. He saw that she had understood, and that it was all a very solemn and sacred thing to her.
He held her very closely as he went on speaking.
"Little Esther, it is a great charge, and you are but a little girl now, but you will grow older every year; and I believe I shall be spared many years longer myself, though I do not expect ever to be the same man that I was before my accident. I have talked to your mother about this, and she is willing that you should continue to live with me, to learn the ways of the place, and how to be its mistress one day. My will is drawn up, leaving all to you. I am just waiting till I have my sight back to sign it. I think you are learning every day to love and understand the people better and better. Perhaps some day you will take my name, so as to keep the old name with the old acres; but there is time enough to think of that. You have always been used to having the charge of something or somebody. It will only be adding a new one to the list. Do you think your little shoulders are strong enough to bear the burden?
Will you be my little girl now, and be good to the people when I am gone?"
Her tears came at that, not loudly or noisily, but raining down very fast.
"O Uncle Robert, I will do what I can. I will try to be good. But, please, don"t talk as though I were going to have it all. I can"t bear that. I only want to help you, and learn to do things as you do them."
"That is all I ask, my dear. I hope that is all that will be laid upon you for a good many years to come. Indeed, you would never have the sole burden in your childhood and youth, of course. But I should like to feel that you were growing up in the traditions of the place, knowing what is before you, just as you would know it if you were in very truth the little niece or granddaughter that I call you."
For a few days after that talk Esther went about with a very grave face, and was absorbed in a mult.i.tude of new thoughts. But children quickly grow used to an idea, and so it was here. The little girl never spoke of it to anybody but Mr. Trelawny and her mother, but she began to have an understanding of the new charge which would one day in all probability be hers; and she followed Mr. Trelawny about more a.s.siduously than ever, waiting upon him, watching him, trying to forestall all his wants and to understand all that he was doing; whilst he, on his part, took her more and more into his confidence, both feeling that a new and very tender bond had been established between them.
The coming Christmas festivities kept the boys fully engrossed. They had leave to go into Penzance with Mr. Earle to make their purchases, and they were full of mystery and excitement for days before and after.
At last they could bear the burden of their great secret no longer, and pulling Esther into their room one day, a little before Christmas Day, they whispered the tremendous secret.
"Esther, we"ve got it; we got it all by ourselves. n.o.body knows--not even Mr. Earle. Would you like to see it? It is such a funny thing; but we know what it must be, and we"ve bought it. It was very expensive, but we don"t care if only he likes it. Would you like to see it first?"
"What is it?" asked Esther, infected by the air of mystery around her.
The boys" room was almost dark, for the light was fading fast. Puck was quivering all over in his excitement. He seemed able to contain himself no longer, and burst suddenly into speech.
"It"s an electric eye--an electric eye for Mr. Trelawny. We found it at last in a bicycle shop. Come here, Esther, and look. You know people do have such accidents on bicycles. I expect they knock out their eyes and have electric ones put in. It"s rather big, but Mr. Trelawny has such big holes for his. I expect it"ll go in.--Pickle, open the door and we"ll show her."
Pickle was fumbling under the carpet for a key, which was hidden in some crevice in the boards and when that was brought to light a cupboard was unlocked, and then suddenly one of the boys did something, and immediately a bright ray of white light shone forth from a small gla.s.s ball which had somewhat the look of an eye.
"There, there, look!" cried Puck, dancing up and down in his excitement; "there it is--an electric eye! Do you think he"ll like it? Don"t you think he"ll be pleased? Just see what a light it gives! He"d be able to see with that in the dark as well as in the light."
Esther was immensely impressed, though rather perplexed. The eye was certainly very wonderful, and could be turned on and off at will; but whether it would help Mr. Trelawny in his present condition she did not feel quite certain, but the boys had no manner of doubt.